Here you will find the Poem finished? of poet Charles Bukowski
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from Philadelphia's Main Line which of course is going to prevent me from writing my earthy and grubby stuff. and they might be right, I could be getting to be more like them, and that's as close to death as you can get. we'll see. but don't bury me yet. don't worry if I drink with Sean Penn. just measure the poems as they come off the keyboard. listen only to them. after this long fight I have no intention of quitting short. or late. or satisfied.