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Buk

The way he wrote

Wish I could

Slapping whores

Then fucking them

Living on $16 a month

Working in slaughterhouses

Betting on horses

Jerking off

To nothing

To no one

I’m even trying to do it now

To no avail

Pugilistic hobo

Drunken scholar

I want to write

Like him

But

I could never live

Like him

I’ll take my 7 – 4:15 job

Private schools for my little ones

Dinner on the table every night

Maybe tonight

I’ll fuck my alarm clock

And think of you

Buk

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