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charles bukowski - back to the machine gun lyrics

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i awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
in my old torn bathrobe

i’m hung over
hair down in my eyes
barefoot
gingerly walking on the
small sharp rocks
in my path
still afraid of pain behind my four-day
beard

the young housewife next door shakes a rug
out of her window and sees me:

“h-llo, hank!”

god d-mn! it’s almost like being shot in the -ss
with a .22

“h-llo,” i say
gathering up my visa card bill, my pennysaver coupons
a dept. of water and power past-due notice
a letter from the mortgage people
plus a demand from the weed abatement department
giving me 30 days to clean up my act

i mince back again over the small sharp rocks
thinking, maybe i’d better write something tonight
they all seem
to be
closing in

there’s only one way to handle those motherf-ckers.

the night harness races will have to wait

- charles bukowski lyrics

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