Charles Bukowski - You get so alone at times that it just makes sense lyrics

When I was a starving writer I
Used to read the major writers in the
Major magazines (in the library
Of course) and it made me feel
Very bad because-being a student of
The word and the way, I
Realized that they were faking it: I
Could sense each false emotion, Each
Utter pretense
It made me feel that the editors had their
Heads up their asses-or were
Being politicized into publishing
In-groups of power but
I just kept writing and not
Eating very much-went down from 197 pounds
To 137-but-got very much practice
Typing and reading slips
It was when I reached 137 pounds that
I said, to hell with it, Quit
Typing and concentrated on drinking and
The streets and the ladies of
The streets-at least those people
Didn't read Harper's, The
Atlantic or poetry, a magazine of verse

And frankly
It was a fair and refreshing ten year lay-off

Then I came back and tried it again
To find that the editors still had
Their heads up their asses and/or etc
But I was up to 225 pounds rested
And full of background music-

Ready to give it another shot in the dark