He opens his wallet and sees a big hole
He asks himself, "what did I just do to my wallet?"
He remembers the night, he partied hard and drank well with strange women.
He counts the type of liquor he bought and the number of women he shared with but he lost count.
He counts again, yet he lost the count again;'**** it' he yells.
He looks at his wallet hoping for a miracle, yet he still sees a '0' amount.
He tries to remember the amount he spent,
He started counting, but he lost count, too.
He walks to the ATM, and checks his bank balance
He sees three digits '0.00'
He has made another hole in his bank account - again.
He made a haste promise that he would never drink again.
Next fortnight he stuffed his wallet with bank notes
But never kept the promise he made
The hole in his wallet still remains.

Charles Bukowski ate my girlfriend
He started with her head
Fiddled with her like finger food
Putty in his hands

Charles Bukowski took my girlfriend
Slapped her hard upside the face
Now she likes it *****
So this poets been replaced

I'd like to say so long Charlie
As far as I'm concerned
You can hit the literary highway
Never to return

Charles Bukowski took my girlfriend
And showed her a good time
As I'm watching from the shallow end
Of my kiddie pool of simple rhyme

Charles Bukowski ate my girlfriend
Chewed her up then spit her out
Now that good for nothing Charlie
Is all she talks about

Sa ating pagsakay,
tayo'y magkahawak kamay
walang bumibitaw,
kahit tayo'y psrehong malumbay

sa ating pag upo,
ika'y hindi nagkasya
ako'y nag pa ubaya,
upang ika'y lumigaya

tayo'y nagkaroon ng tampuhan,
na sadyang hindi maiiwasan
pareho nating iniyakan,
ang ating mga kamalian

sa paglipas ng panahon,
tila ika'y pinanghihinaan
ika'y walang bukang bibig,
kundi ang aking mga kamaliang hindi naman ibig

Gusto mang magpatuloy,
ngunit mukhang hindi na muling liliyab ang apoy
Ayaw mang sumuko,
ngunit mas ayaw kong ika'y mapako

Tama na,
ang iyong isinigaw
Ayoko na,
ang iyong huling hirit

Ang iyong mahal kita,
ay napalitan ng ayaw ko na
Ang ating sumapaan,
ay napunta sa wala

Para po,
hangang dito nalang kami
Para po,
kami'y hindi na uusad pa

Para po.

My mom sleeping in the mornings
Asleep in the mornings
Sitting in the car some days
Seeing the city in blue
I don't like the car seats
Smelling smoke and sweat
I Always vomiting in them as a child
Jasmine and mom
A mother and a daughter
Nastaran, a sister
I don't like scarves wearing by force
I love to live in a city having a sea...


مادرم صبح می خوابد
مادرم صبح ها خواب است
من بعضی از روزها در ماشین ها می نشینم
شهر را آبی می بینم
صندلی ماشین ها را دوست ندارم
بوی دود و عرق راننده را می دهند
وقتی بچه بودم
همیشه در آن ها استفراغ می کردم
یاسمن
و
مامان
یک مادر و دختر بودند
نسترن یک خواهر بود
من روسری های به زور نشسته را دوست ندارم
من دوست دارم
در شهری زندگی کنم
...که دریا داشته باشد