some people never go crazy. <br />me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch <br />for 3 or 4 days. <br />they'll find me there. <br />it's Cherub, they'll say, and <br />they pour wine down my throat <br />rub my chest <br />sprinkle me with oils.<br /><br />Charles Bukowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-people/
