I heard Bukowski the other day
with his harsh drunken voice
echoing in my ears
strumming my heart
telling me to "go all the way"

A switch was clicked
My mind was intoxicated
I felt him near
pointing his boney finger
at my noise
"Go all the way"

As simple as it sounds
those 4 words shadow a journey
that'll forever scar itself on your heart
and engrave itself in your mind

My surroundings just got clearer
your glasses just sharpened all the ***** edges
that were parasiting their way in your mind
slowly eating you away, feeding on the only
life form out there,

"...and you'll do it, despite rejection
and the worst odds "
It's this knocking against your skull
this tapping that's getting louder and louder
"you'll do it"

This lustful feeling for whatever it is
that your body yearns for
that seductive pull
your lover does to drag you closer

"Do it, do it, do it
all the way"
he says