Buk Stops Here
Flesh covered my bones
They put a mind in my head
In a world of futility
They put a mind in my head!
I was forced
Into
The pointless
Rat race
A letter fitting clerk
bear
In a pigeon hole
No wonder
The madhouses are filled
But I laid down my guts
And the gods answered
An odyssey
With the defeated, demented and damned
The bums and whores
I drank and fought
Until the truth
Came out
Like hot turds
Some people are dumb
So dumb
Without honesty
Nothing is real
I know what it means
To be a bum
A boozehound with an oceanic thirst
A mythic roughneck
I’m gnarled and hoary
Perennially drunk
And broke
But with the epiphany
Of alcohol
The pulp fiction hero
The laureate of lowlife
A whore
Beer costs money
Whores cost money
I dispense hilarity and despair
An intellectual
Electric shock
To the balls
Out of futility
Comes
Booze, bums and whores
To fill the void
Until the Buddhist monks
Complete
The futility
As the graveyards fill
And I run out
Of booze and whores
Life
Is a gamble
We all lose
Opher 1.4.2021
For Hank.