I Met A Genius

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

by Charles Bukowski

Comments (1)

I enjoyed this poem as much as a wank over Susan Boyle. Rather shallow and pedantic i'm sure you will agree. HM.