listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch of crabs in a
bucket?
no, I told him.
well, what happens is that now and then one crab
will climb up on top of the others
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it was so easy it was unbelievable. but none of the others followed me. a very good poem. tony
I think the poem I just read was asome because the words you put In there write more so I can look at them to see how cool they are
That ending is the most elegant middle finger I've ever seen in words. Class act, Mr. Bukowski.
Change is the only answer; even change from change. Nothing in this world ever, nor was ever meant to, remain the same. Bukowski, the ever-changing, remaining prophet.
Finally! I found a poem he made without cuss words!
whenever I had crab legs I thought about that place. I must have thought about that place maybe 5 or 6 times before I switched to lobster. interesting.. poem of Bukowski. tony