God Chinaski you stink of beer Your late again and your work is slow I should write you up, one more and they will let you go
Chinaski thinks to himself you'll see, I will not conform to who you think I should be You can stuff your job, the pay is lousy anyway I have better ways to pass my days
Down to the civic Chinaski did trot They wrote up his resignation and cut him a cheque Chinaski took it with great cheer walked down the road and bought a couple bottles of wine, a fifth of vodka and a six pack of beer
He got in his car and off to the track to blow the lot on some halfpenny nag And to pick up a lady to befriend, maybe get lucky and back to mine, where we can share some bottles of wine
If not so lucky then that's fine by me, I'll get drunk and write my short stories There's been one constant in my life, longer even than I was married to my wife That's my typewriter it's special you see It follows me from room to room, cheers me up when I feel gloom I put the paper in and turn the carriage and start to write of love and marriage of growing up and moving out, of fights and bars and women and cars.
I write of being on the street of all the women that I meet I write of work and racing, I write of hardship that I'm facing
I write of the tough life I've had but I don't write it for you to be sad I write to make you smile and laugh I write because it helps, you see, I write it to cleanse me
If I make you happy along the way then well what really is there left to say
Have a good day, have a Chinaski day
For my American fellow poets, just recently discovered Bukowski, I guess like marmite you either love him or hate him.I can't get enough of him, just finished ham on rye, a brilliant book, really draws you in. I'm looking for on writing or Hollywood but very expensive on amazon UK and I haven't seem them in the stores I'll keep looking though - have a good day I probably haven't done him justice but I enjoyed the write.