Charles Bukowski gets off the couch and does his laundry
            He leaves the house and gets the paper,
                  He's 50 and used to writing to 20 year old boys
                       "All we need is a marginal amount of motivation, boys."
                             "What about the library, chuck? Why don't we make
                                      our way there and argue about pretty circles?"
                                              "No, the world is waiting for me to find success"
                                                         "I haven't applied for many jobs, I feel diseased."
                                                                ­           "You want sympathy and need rest."
                                                                ­          "I think I know what you mean Chuck."