Charles Bukowski - Cornered lyrics

[Charles Bukowski - Cornered lyrics]

Well, they said it would come to
This: old talent gone fumbling for the word

Hearing the dark footsteps, I turn
Look behind me

Not yet, old dog… soon enough
Now they sit talking about
Me: "yes, it’s happened, he’s finished… it’s
Sad…"

"he never had a great deal, did he?"

"well, no, but now…"

Now they are celebrating my demise
In taverns I no longer frequent

Now i drink alone
At this malfunctioning machine



As the shadows assume shapes
I fight the slow retreat
Now my once-promise
Dwindling dwindling

Now lighting more cigarettes
Pouring new drinks

It has been a beautiful fight

Still is

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