Great Poem Written by Charles Bukowski

love this poem….

 

Some People

some people never go crazy. 
me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind the couch 
for 3 or 4 days. 
they’ll find me there. 
it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and 
they pour wine down my throat 
rub my chest 
sprinkle me with oils. 
then, I’ll rise with a roar, 
rant, rage – 
curse them and the universe 
as I send them scattering over the 
lawn. 
I’ll feel much better, 
sit down to toast and eggs, 
hum a little tune, 
suddenly become as lovable as a 
pink 
overfed whale. 
some people never go crazy. 
what truly horrible lives 
they must lead.

 

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