Charles Bukowski - Congrats, Chinaski lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - Congrats, Chinaski lyrics]
I get letters, cards, little gifts
From strange people
Congratulations, they tell me
Congratulations
I know what they mean: The way I have lived
I should have been dead in half that time
I have piled myself with a mass of
Grand abuse, been careless toward myself
Almost to the point of madness
I am still here leaning toward this machine
In this smoke-filled room
This large blue trashcan to my left
Full of empty containers
The doctors have no answers and the gods are
Silent
Congratulations, death on your patience
I have helped you all that i can
Now one more poem
And a walk out on the balcony
Such a fine night there
I am dressed in shorts and stockings
Gently scratch my old belly
Look out there look off there
Where dark meets dark
It's been one hell of a crazy ballgame