The Great Slob Poem by Charles Bukowski
The Great Slob (from "Septuagenarian Stew" 1994) ( Top of Page )I was always a natural slob
I liked to lay upon the bed
in undershirt (stained, of
course) (and with cigarette
holes)
shoes off
beerbottle in hand
trying to shake off a
difficult night, say with a
woman still around
walking the floor
complaining about this and
that,
and I'd work up a
belch and say, "HEY, YOU DON'T
LIKE IT? THEN GET YOUR ASS
OUT OF HERE!"
I really loved myself, I
really loved my slob-
self, and
they seemed to also:
always leaving
but almost
always
coming
back
***" "
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Charles Bukowski Poetry
8 Count A Challenge To The Dark A Following A Man A Radio With Guts A Smile To Remember Alone With Everybody An Almost Made Up ANOTHER BED Another Day Are You Drinking washed-up Are You Drinking? AS CRAZY AS I EVER WAS As The Poems Go As The Sparrow Back to the Machine Gun BAD TIMES AT THE 3RD AND VERMONT HOTEL Be Angry At San Pedro Be Kind BEER Big Night On The Town Bluebird Cause And Effect Confession Cows In Art Class Cut While Shaving Cut While Shaving death of an idiot Death of an idiot Death Wants More Death Eat Your Heart Out This is It Flophouse For The Foxes Freedom Gamblers All God I got the sad blue blues Grief Hell is a Lonely Place I Made A Mistake Love & Fame & Death man in the sun Man in the sun My Father My First Affair With That Older Woman My Groupie New Mexico NIGHT SCHOOL Night School by Bukowski Nirvana Poem On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show Prayer In Bad Weather by God, I don't know what to do Question and Answer Rain Or Shine Roll the Dice by Bukowski Ruin SHE SAID Short Order Show Biz Sleep Socks in the Corner Some People THE ALIENS The Blackbirds are Rough Today The Great Poet The Great Slob The History Of One Tough Motherfucker Stray Cat The House The Laughing Heart The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth The Moon And The Stars And The World The Poetry Reading The Retreat The Secret Of My endurance by Bukowski The Shower The Worst And The Best They only burn themselves to reach Paradise THOSE GIRLS WE FOLLOWED HOME to the whore who took mys Trachcan Lives Traffic report Trapped Trash can True Story Upon reading a critical review Van Gogh We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain What A Writer Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones Young in New Orleans your big white belly
8 Count A Challenge To The Dark A Following A Man A Radio With Guts A Smile To Remember Alone With Everybody An Almost Made Up ANOTHER BED Another Day Are You Drinking washed-up Are You Drinking? AS CRAZY AS I EVER WAS As The Poems Go As The Sparrow Back to the Machine Gun BAD TIMES AT THE 3RD AND VERMONT HOTEL Be Angry At San Pedro Be Kind BEER Big Night On The Town Bluebird Cause And Effect Confession Cows In Art Class Cut While Shaving Cut While Shaving death of an idiot Death of an idiot Death Wants More Death Eat Your Heart Out This is It Flophouse For The Foxes Freedom Gamblers All God I got the sad blue blues Grief Hell is a Lonely Place I Made A Mistake Love & Fame & Death man in the sun Man in the sun My Father My First Affair With That Older Woman My Groupie New Mexico NIGHT SCHOOL Night School by Bukowski Nirvana Poem On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show Prayer In Bad Weather by God, I don't know what to do Question and Answer Rain Or Shine Roll the Dice by Bukowski Ruin SHE SAID Short Order Show Biz Sleep Socks in the Corner Some People THE ALIENS The Blackbirds are Rough Today The Great Poet The Great Slob The History Of One Tough Motherfucker Stray Cat The House The Laughing Heart The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth The Moon And The Stars And The World The Poetry Reading The Retreat The Secret Of My endurance by Bukowski The Shower The Worst And The Best They only burn themselves to reach Paradise THOSE GIRLS WE FOLLOWED HOME to the whore who took mys Trachcan Lives Traffic report Trapped Trash can True Story Upon reading a critical review Van Gogh We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain What A Writer Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones Young in New Orleans your big white belly
