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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

you

you’re a beast, she said
your big white belly
and those hairy feet.
you never cut your nails
and you have fat hands
paws like a cat
your bright red nose
and the biggest balls
I’ve ever seen.
you shoot sperm like a
whale shoots water out of the
hole in its back.
 
beast beast beast,
she kissed me,
what do you want for
breakfast?

#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell

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