a poem

I'd like to share this poem:



the way it is now

Charles Bukowski
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I'll tell you
I've lived with some gorgeous women
and I was so bewitched by those
beautiful creatures that
my eyebrows twitched.

but I'd rather drive to New York
backwards
than to live with any of them
again.

the next classic stupidity
will be the history
of those fellows
who inherit my female
legacies.

in their case
as in mine
they will find
that madness
is caused by not
being often enough
alone.


I do love the way Bukowski writes, so ireverant and to the point. I can't really bring myself to agree with this one, as I am currently being tormented by the fact that I am too often alone. However, I still get a little chuckle out of imagining the "classic stupidity" of "those fellows who inherit my female legacies." Does that make me a bad person?