Ten Typ Mes, Charles Bukowski - Tribute to Hank 2 (skit) lyrics
[Ten Typ Mes, Charles Bukowski - Tribute to Hank 2 skit lyrics]
"Uh, those who say the poet is
Very private and precious person
I don’t agree with
Generally, he is just a dumb
Fiddling asshole writing insecure lines that
Don’t come through, Believing he’s immortal
Waiting for his immortality
Which never arrives
Because the poor fucker just
Can’t write most poets
Coets, whoets, carrots, Can’t
Even write a simple line like
"The dog walked down the
Street"nothing should ever
Be done that should be done it
Has to come out like a good
Hot beer shit" - Charles Bukowski
Very private and precious person
I don’t agree with
Generally, he is just a dumb
Fiddling asshole writing insecure lines that
Don’t come through, Believing he’s immortal
Waiting for his immortality
Which never arrives
Because the poor fucker just
Can’t write most poets
Coets, whoets, carrots, Can’t
Even write a simple line like
"The dog walked down the
Street"nothing should ever
Be done that should be done it
Has to come out like a good
Hot beer shit" - Charles Bukowski