As for all the 'difficult nights <br />which tries the fact it is always thinking. <br />That being said, <br />as such it required no practice. <br />For me, as for you what of me laughing <br />at who you are. <br />I who am the natural slob always under the shirt <br />which ever is which, <br />she never likes the fact that your place is on the bed <br />(of course it becomes dirty) (and the tobacco and the hole) <br />I shake the beer bottle while holding a shoe. <br />My labor assistant and pays me for lip service and things. <br />Dissatisfaction is said, 'and she nods, <br />concerned over this and that any which way and still I talk. <br />The woman who is said to pace the floor, you walk, <br />and I' Work and ' filter-less commiserates, <br />Spitting it out, say; Just a little, DON'T wear it like that? <br />Then profit, do your donkey walk I am here the empty nest! <br />In addition by my oneself, <br />which I have long since as a child because of her <br />and loved by my, really and my slob-love really and it is, <br />as for those other ones 'dear' <br />it seems they go away: <br />But you go away to always, <br />looking at your back section which almost always stays.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/charles-bukowski-s-the-laughing-slob/
