Reading Charles Bukowski

the sound of silence makes

me think

that i do not deserve life

i do not deserve what i have

but i have nothing

except this life

full of mistakes

so i will waste this life

i will sell it in the black market

maybe they could give me some bucks

after all

people say my soul is rich

a wealthy soul that has a lot of money

but he is a bastard

because he won't share it with me

i can't sleep in this silence

it's full of noises

i hate this

like extremely hot coffee

and how it burns your tongue

and you can't talk propertly

so you mix up words

and you make noises

and people gives you money

because you are a freak

and you scream

GO AWAY

but they don't listen

because they think you said

something completely different

like

POURCUPINE

i don't know

i'm dead