This

self-congratulatory nonsense as the
famous gather to applaud their seeming
greatness


you
wonder where
the real ones are


what
giant cave
hides them


as
the deathly talentless
bow to
accolades


as
the fools are
fooled
again


you
wonder where
the real ones are


if there are
real ones.


this
self-congratulatory nonsense
has lasted
decades
and
with some exceptions


centuries.


this
is so dreary
is so absolutely pitiless


it
churns the gut to
powder
shackles hope


it
makes little things
like
pulling up a shade
or
putting on your shoes
or
walking out on the street


more difficult
near
damnable


as
the famous gather to
applaud their
seeming
greatness


as
the fools are
fooled
again


humanity
you sick
mother*****.

by Charles Bukowski

Comments (1)

self-congratulatory nonsense as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness you wonder where the real ones are what giant cave hides them as the deathly talentless bow to accolades as the fools are fooled again you wonder where the real ones are if there are real ones. this self-congratulatory nonsense has lasted decades and with some exceptions centuries. this is so dreary is so absolutely pitiless it churns the gut to powder shackles hope it makes little things like pulling up a shade or putting on your shoes or walking out on the street more difficult near damnable as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness as the fools are fooled again humanity you sick motherf-.