This

self-congratulatory nonsense as the
famous gather to applaud their seeming
greatness


you
wonder where
the real ones are


what
giant cave
hides them


as
the deathly talentless
bow to
accolades


as
the fools are
fooled
again


you
wonder where
the real ones are


if there are
real ones.


this
self-congratulatory nonsense
has lasted
decades
and
with some exceptions


centuries.


this
is so dreary
is so absolutely pitiless


it
churns the gut to
powder
shackles hope


it
makes little things
like
pulling up a shade
or
putting on your shoes
or
walking out on the street


more difficult
near
damnable


as
the famous gather to
applaud their
seeming
greatness


as
the fools are
fooled
again


humanity
you sick
mother*****.

Charles Bukowski The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets. Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.