WHAT WOULD CHARLES BUKOWSKI SAY?
She is giggling though the sound is grating even to
his ears He sits close & strokes a thigh Holy shit
this is really good! she squeals apropos of nothing
He has a closely cropped goatee looks like a hipster
Mephistopheles This morning 666 appeared in his latte
But his hopes to get lucky fade with each squeeeeeeel
To the lighthouse! she chants in a Woolf-ian rant
as he moves in for the kill stroking stoking glamouring
I glance away in disgust What would Charles Bukowski say?
Now footsie is played & wrestling begins Holy shit I love owls!
Should I puke now or just run ’em over with my car?
I don’t hate people. I just feel better when they aren’t around.