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Jul 2013
I want to be
the next
Bu
Kow
Ski

and when I look in the mirror
I see my ****** face with a matching 'tude
the drink and the smoke in my mouth roll out
sending my lovers running
and I can't even see my **** over this paunch

I am the next Bukowski
Dogfood Williams
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