Charles Bukowski - The Black Poets (Live) lyrics

There are also black poets and yellow poets
And green poets and drunk poets
And sober poets and uh
Well this one's about the black poets

The black poets young, come to my door
"You Bukowski?" "Yeah, come in"
They sit and look around at the
Destroyed room and at me
They hand me their poems, I read them
"No" I say, and hand them back
"You don't like them?" "No"
"Roy Jordan came down to see
Us at our workshop"
I hate they say workshops
"Leroy Jones, Ray Bradbury, lots
Of big boys
They said this stuff was good!"
"It's bad poetry man
They're powdering your ass"
"There's this big film writer too
He started a whole live
Theater 'Watt's Writers Workshop'"
"Oh god
Don't you see they're tickling your
Assholes? You should have burned
Down the whole damn town while
You were at it"
"You just don't understand the poems"
"I do, they are rhymers full of platitude
You write bad poetry"
"Look motherfucka' I've been on the radio
I've been printed in the LA times" "Oh?"
"Well that happen to you?" "No"
"Okay motherfucka you ain't seen
The last of me" i suppose I haven't
And it's useless to tell you
That I'm not anti-black
Because somehow that's when the
Whole subject becomes sickening