"Charles Bukowski"
(The Genius of the Crowd)
Beware those who seek crowds, for they are nothing alone/
Whilst aware of the Knowers, as they fear what ain't known
They will attempt to destroy, anything that differs from own/
Whilst those quick to praise, want the praise and it shows
As for those best at war, are the ones who preach peace/
Whilst those who preach love, bite the Apple like they're Eve
When a man is made average, then average he'll love/
And when the marriage ain't working, you'll find him in pub
Not being able to create art, is why they can't understand/
For when you dwell in the dark, you have no talented hand
They'll place blame on the Creator, when failing in life/
Whilst their disdain is perfect, and like diamond it shines
When your mind has been freed, they will lie and despise/
Like the genius in their hatred, is enough to survive
Being afraid of the mind, they don't like to be alone/
So a room of solitude, is not a place they will go.
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'When a man is made average, then average he'll love/
And when the marriage ain't working, you'll find him in pub'
what a fantastic reimagining
of Bukowski's, Classic
you're Awesome!
this is just so well done
thank you! for choosing to share
dear Poet
(since Bukowski's is one of my fav's
your poetry has genuinely made my day)
Eh
Nice work.
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