Somebody

God, I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said, "Are you really Charles Bukowski?" And I said, "Forget that, I do not feel good. I've got the sad sads. All I want to do is fuck you." And she laughed, she thought I was being clever, and oh I just looked up her long slim legs of heaven. I saw her liver and her quivering intestine. I saw Christ in there, jumping to a folk-rock. All the long lines of starvation within me rose, and I walked over, grabbed her on the couch, ripped her dress up around her face, and I didn't care, rape or the end of the earth, one more time, to be there, anywhere, real, yes. Her panties were on the floor, and my cock went in, my cock, my god, my cock went in, I was Charles Somebody.