We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us. – Charles Bukowski
Remember
when you used to wish
you were Tiger Woods.
Famous with a big stick,
porno princesses,
Bob Evans waitresses
wouldn’t leave you alone.
Now look at you.
But Lord,
she was lovie-dovie.
Geezus,
why the hell
can’t I get famous
writing this crap?
Bukowski did.
Times change, I guess.
But I guess,
men remain the same.
Balls.
Ambition handicapped
by stupidity,
And bad timing.
And those little things
they put in
when I wasn’t looking.