the meek have inherited

if I suffer at this

typewriter

think how I’d feel

amont the lettuce-

pickers of Salinas?

I think of the men

I’ve known in

factories

with no way to

get out –

choking while living

choking while laughing

at Bob Hope or Lucille

Ball while

2 or 3 children beat

tennis balls against

the walls.

some suicides are never

recorded.

Bukowski, Charles. « the meek have inherited», Love is a Dog From Hell, Poems 1974-1977, Harper Collins 1977, p. 139