I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
Charles Bukowski

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Wise men take hearty quaffs, sing
Hail to thee, amber King of booze.
Indolent waifs sip dainty straws,
Stare vapidly at fruity hues;
Katzenjammers find everyone.
Erode sobriety with class,
Yaw home each night with empty glass
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