About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGFFDBHIJAKL MNBBBOKPKMD MQRSJT FMUIDAVFWJXY FKNRBKZA2FJBLB2FC2D2 ZBE2TF2A2KIG2B2SH2I2 UJ2K2FFB2L2NWNT IRI2 I2M2UH2

killing himA
he is I am I can t seem toB
get rid ofC
him his novels keep comingD
back what do you expect me to do he screamsE
go to New York and pump the hands of theF
publishersG
no I tell him but quit your job go into aF
small room and do theF
thingD
but I need ASSURANCE I need something toB
go by some word some signH
some men did not think that wayI
Van Gogh WagnerJ
oh hell Van Gogh had a brother who gave himA
paints whenever heK
needed themL
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-
look he said I m over at this broad s house today andM
this guy walks in a salesman you knowN
how they talk drove up in this newB
car talked about his vacation said he went toB
Frisco saw Fidelio up there but forgot whoB
wrote it now this guy is yearsO
old so I told him Fidelio is Beethoven s onlyK
opera and then I toldP
him you re a jerk whatcha mean heK
asked I mean you re a jerk you re years old andM
you don t know anythingD
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-
what happenedM
thenQ
I walked outR
you mean you left him there withS
herJ
yesT
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-
I can t quit my job he said I always have trouble getting aF
job I walk in they look at me listen to me talk andM
they think right away ah ha he s too intelligent forU
this job he won t stayI
so there s really no sense in hiringD
himA
now YOU walk into a place and you don t have any troubleV
you look like an old wino you look like a guy who needs aF
job and they look at you and they thinkW
ah ha now here s a guy who really needs work if we hireJ
him he ll stay a long time and workX
HARDY
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do any of those people he asks know you are aF
writer that you write poetryK
noN
you never talk aboutR
it not even toB
me if I hadn t seen you in that magazine I dK
have never knownZ
that s rightA2
still I d like to tell these people that you are aF
writerJ
I d still like toB
tell themL
whyB2
well they talk about you they think you are just aF
horseplayer and a drunkC2
I am both of thoseD2
well they talk about you you have odd ways you travel aloneZ
I m the only friend youB
haveE2
yesT
they talk you down I d like to defend you I d like to tellF2
them you writeA2
poetryK
leave it alone I work here like theyI
do we re all the sameG2
well I d like to do it for myself then I want them to know whyB2
I travel withS
you I speak languages I know my musicH2
forget itI2
all right I ll respect yourU
wishes but there s something elseJ2
whatK2
I ve been thinking about getting aF
piano but then I ve been thinking about getting aF
violin too but I can t make up myB2
mindL2
buy a pianoN
you thinkW
soN
yesT
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he walks awayI
thinking aboutR
itI2
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I was thinking about itI2
too I figure he can always come over with hisM2
violin and moreU
sad musicH2

Charles Bukowski



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