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Afterwards

She feels like a monster

She says

Back and forth

 

While you break your liver even more

Taking antihistamines to cure self-consciousness

 

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Nuisance

Poisoned

Harder to be obscure

Or to organize

 

But it may be better

Because you don’t know

Who, or where you are

 

Maybe your liver

Will get better

Not likely

 

Even though

This Oriental glow remains

Drinking just the same

 

Fucking god fucking damnit

Charles Bukowski

How I realize

 

How similar I am

To the likes of you

When I’m deep into brews

 

My poetry is awful

More than raw

Dripping mediocrity

 

Oh, Bukowski

How you disgust me

And how I hate myself as well