Rhyming Poem

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars

by Charles Bukowski

Comments (5)

dear David (box below) , thanks for the full poem! :)
LOL! I can see him sitting down in front of his typewriter, a weary expression on his face. He still had the image of the man in his mind, probably the 1001st to ask him 'But where's the rhyme? ' And then he wrote the first line.
thanks for the full poem, david. pretty cool answer to all those roses-are-red people who think poems must rhyme etc
Here is the full poem. rhyming poem: the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with the stars I'm sorry, sir, we close at 4: 30, besides yr mother's neck is dirty, and the whores go down with the etc., the whrs. go dn. with the etc. I'm sorry jack you can't come back, I've fallen in love with another sap, 3/4 Italian and 1/2 Jap, and the whores go the whores go etc.
I LOVE YOU CHARLES. end.