o, sanctums of fountains, o scrotums, o fountaining scrotums, o man's great
ugliness everywhere like the fresh dogturd that the morning shoe did not see
again; o, the mighty police, o the mighty weapons, o the mighty dictators, o
the mighty damn fools everywhere, o the lonely lonely octopus, o the clock-
tick seeping each neat one of us balanced and unbalanced and holy and
constipated, o the bums lying in alleys of misery in a golden world, o the
children to become ugly, o the ugly to become uglier, o the sadness and
sabres and the closing of the walls - no Santa Claus, no Pussy, no Magic
Wand, no Cinderella, no Great Minds Ever; kukoo - just shit and the whipping
of dogs and children, just shit and the whiping away of shit; just doctors
without patients just clouds without rain just days without days, o god o
mighty that you put this upon us.
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Quotation: Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness pg 152
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