in memory of Charles Bukowski and his "Bluebird"
there´s a dirty old man inside of me that
wants to get out
but I´m too strict for him
I say, stay in there, I´m not going
to let anybody see
you
there´s a dirty old man inside of me that
wants to get out
but I ignore him
smiling, well-behaved
and mothers babies pets and my polish teacher
from the grammar school
never know that
he´s
in there
there´s a dirty old man inside of me that
wants to get out
but I´m too ashamed of him
I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up?
you want to blow up
my mind?
you want to screw up my relation?
there´s a dirty old man inside of me that
wants go get out
but I´m too scared of him
I only let him out
at night sometimes
I say I know that you´re there
so stop messing around
then I put him back
he´s playing a little
with his cock
in there, I haven´t quite
let him die
and we sleep together
like that
with our secrect pact
and it´s scary enough to make a girl
scream,
but I don´t scream,
do you?
Just borrowed bukowski's poems from the library 2 days ago. Again - im coming back to him. coincidence. love it. karolino-love it.
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