I was a teenage Bukowski

Los Angeles is fraught with poetry	In the bathrooms and the bad motels	poem for Charles Bukowski	I shall escape
Bittersweet Motel	Ham on Rye	Charles Bukowski	Once in a while.
Drinking single-blend scotch with the petty thieves back in the old neighborhood	Drunk Ass Bukowski	lifting my cheap bottle of wine	It's better to burn out than to fade away
Scotch and soda	About some girl	How to read poetry out loud	A boy named Ben
hair	It is against the law to walk in Los Angeles

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