Bukowski Loathed
Leave us Chinaski
Leave us his racing slips and beer.
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't read
Grown amongst the flowers sits
A gnarled and wizened weed.
Oh you love to harp
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski
Leave us with Henry
Leave us his factories and jails
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't do
When the clouds have passed your eyes
The sky will remain blue.
Oh you love to harp
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski
Leave us Bukowski
Leave us Bukowski
Leave us his cigarettes and whores
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't be
The stars are dim, dim at day
But in the night they're free
Oh you love to harp
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski
