Thank you Bukowski
for convincing subsequent generations
of writers
that all they had to do is drink too much
and vomit on a page.
Despite not because.
Now all we have are
a shitload of
hungover
bitter
frustrated
dishwashers
with bad livers
and thousands of pages of self indulgent vomit.
Thank you Bukowski.
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