Poem

The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth

Charles Bukowski
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I'd feel among 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 wall. some suicides are never recorded.

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