after such that was
to befall me,
as I had no idea
such evil existed
in the likes of
a cab driver,
I evolved,
fed to
and remained
for three month's time,
a drunk
And having just
decided that
Chas. Bukowski
was what I aspired
to be when
(and if I allowed it)
to grow up,
the darker,
the drunker
I became
day after day,
feeding my hatred,
my fear,
my disbelief
at
humanity
