Lyrics Bukowski - Short Order

short order

I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading,

she said.

yes, yes? I asked.

she’s young and pretty, she said.

and? I asked.

she hated your

guts.

then she stretched out on the couch

and pulled off her

boots.

I don’t have very good legs,

she said.

all right, I thought, I don’t have very good

poetry; she doesn’t have very good

legs.

scramble two.

-Charles Bukowski