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Charles Bukowski - Now
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I sit here on the 2nd floor
hunched over in yellow
pajamas
still pretending to be
a writer.
some damned gall,
at 71,
my brain cells eaten
away by
life.
rows of books
behind me,
I scratch my thinning
hair
and search for the
word. 
for decades now
I have infuriated the
ladies,
the critics,
the university
suck-toads. 
they all will soon have
their time to
celebrate. 
"terribly overrated…" 
"gross…" 
"an aberration…" 
my hands sink into the
keyboard
of my
Macintosh,
it`s the same old
con
that scraped me
off the streets and
park benches,
the same simple
line
I learned in those
cheap rooms,
I can`t let
go,
sitting here
on this 2nd floor
hunched over in yellow
pajamas
still pretending to be
a writer. 
the gods smile down,
the gods smile down,
the gods smile down. 
Black Sparrow "New Year`s Greeting" 1992
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