I smile at bukowski and think,
yes! I'm a creator too!
I look at hemingway and think,
yes! I can follow your way,
like Bukowski did.
I can look at shakespeare and think
no! you're fucking terrible.
eat shit.
no, it's not the fact that I don't
understand you but the idea that
you are greater of them them all.
that bothers me.
arrogance bothers me.
loss of modesty that
breaks through the bone
reaches the heart
and then becomes an
unalienable idea followed by the
elite.
it's not simple,
but too complicated for the rest of us.
eat shit.
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