Another Bukowski wannabe

There are hordes of them out there

influenced by the guy who used to get drunk

and beat his wife, (on camera even)

influenced by the guy who gets drunk

and spews hate. I lived like that when I was young

and had never heard of Charles Bukowski.

I’m lucky that I am not dead, or that

I didn’t kill someone else in a blackout. These days

I wish that I had never read a single poem

of the dirty old man’s because all of the love and heart

and soul that were in them seem to be a crock

of shit when you watch him, in person, in the movie.