Rhyme poem - Charles Bukowski

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Rhyme poem
por Charles Bukowski

I want to know who you think you are,
With your huge bank accounts and Mercedes car,
Tellin' me stories from what you see,
Your life has no relevence to me.
You sit there bein' waited on in your easy chair,
I've got news for you buddy, I don't wish I was there.
You gave away what you care about
Your life, your love, so don't scream and shout
I want to tell you I enjoy my life
Suprising as it may be, I enjoy my strife
Because, when you're real and living
There's an equal amount of taking and giving
I don't see life through rose colored glasses
Like you and your friends with all your free passes
To the best clubs and the best dinners
In the end we'll see who comes out as winner
So don't look at me and shake your head
And wonder who'll remember me after I'm dead
If I don't care neither should you
Cause I don't have anything I'd rather be doin'
Than workin', thinkin', writin', and booin'
You who give up, sell out, and die
When you're gone life will have passed you by
Real life comes with hardship and pain
It also comes with friendship, happiness, and gain
So sit there and think of all you've given up
And next time you see someone homeless, pretend you're holdin' that cup
So, wave goodbye to your useless life
Say goodbye to your kids, your dog, and your wife
Get out there, live life for what it's worth
Before you're pushin' up daisies from under the earth.