got the texT.
you klosebY?

i knew whatit meanT.
they were down a man at the shamrokK.
no one else wanted to worK.
so i'm bakk behind the baR.
a slow sunday night, until the owner lefT.

then the freaks rolled iN.
drunk off thier asses, two shiks my agE.
and one of thier fatherS.
interestinG.....


there was an elektrikal firE.
their house burned down, smoke on their klotheS.
the drunken strawberry blonde is the best friend of the smoke damaged onE.
the smoke damaged one in the kamaisole with skratshes on her armS.
the kamisole is having a tough time tonighT.
shes quite active and bouncy between the hugs and tears when she realizes why shes here tonighT.
strawberry is saving her and pops from the red kross shelteR.
and putting them up in her house around korneR.
no way they are staying with strangerS.
they are pretty louD.
the jukebox is very komplicated to them at this point in their journey to oblivioN.
as their money dwindles and as the publik servisse free booze supply dwindles,
the girls begin to fall in love with mE.
subtlY.
at maximum volumE.
feel my hair, its still wet from when i washed it this morninG.
i love that smell i say, smilinG.

FUKK YOU SHEILA!, shrieks the kamisole girl, kan't you see we are TALKING over herE?
sheila relents,
with the lushious haiR.
so why dont you have a girlfriend, barry, slurs Kamisole throught half klosed eyeS.

when dad starts to tire of his loud daughter, he and his daughter briefly kuss at one another.
he has alot to do tommorrow, his house just burned dowN.
kamisole apologizes to pops and strawberry and pops exiT.

suddenly shes behind the bar with mE.

and i have a boneR.

dOWN BOY!
shes allegedly looking for peanutS.

but she slurs the word and im suddenly even more interesteD.
peanuts sounds alot like peniS.....

damn betrayer in my pantS.
but i keep it professionaL.

i know the soothing tones one needs when dealing with the obliviateD.
i get her bakk to the right side of the bar and she wants another free onE.
this well of kompassion is now drY.
i tell her to katsh up with her friend and fatheR.
she says shes not going therE.
seems to think i want to take her homE.
notices shes still out of booze and kalls me a jerkofF.
aahh the intikassies of the south philly mating dansE!

dude walks in for a six pack.
shes behind the bar agaiN.
thinks she works therE.
she grabs a beer from the kasE.
opens it,
and is harrassing dude to buy her a drinK.
hes a nise enough fellow and komplieS.
and soon she's kalling him names and i get jealouS.

shes looking for her handbag and sigarettes,
which she never had with her,
lost in the firE.
and wants to get bakk behind the bar,
but im onto her game noW.
and blokk her waY.
she tries pinshing and tikking and finally bites my arm and goes bakk to her stolen beer, kalling me names agaiN.
says shes leavinG
i start to miss her in my life when the fireman walks iN.
heads downstairs to peE.
and she wonder when we are going home togetheR.
i tell her she doesnt have onE.
she says shes hungrY.

the fireman return,
seems he was at a retiremnet funktion and isnt stayinG.
i say, i leaned this galss for nothinG?
he folds, and i have a witnesS.
she lobbies for another drinK.
the firemab buyS.
but she is beyond notissing and tries the end run around the bar while i talk to the firemaN.
she tries klimbing over the baR.
shes got her lovely buttokks up there and is holding on with both handS.
i easily break her grip, years of teashing taught me pressure pointS.
and i karry her bakk to her stooL.
as she kurses me out agaiN.
the fireman quizzes heR.
gets her address and konfirms that a fire did indeed take plasse there tonighT.
my guys had that one he says, noddinG.
shes hungry and the fireman confirms we have no bar snakkS.
the fireman gets kussed out for taking my side,
and she makes a grand exiT.

the fireman is a bartender toO.
he works here once or twise a montH.
he stays open til 2 aM.
fukk that i say,
telling him to stand guard while i turn down the lights and go pottY.

i open the door and shes on the stepS.
fireman ditshes me with a smilE.
its her and me in the bar agaiN
she says are you walking me homE?
i say,
wait outside a minute while i shut things down,
and she kusses me out again and makes an even more final seeming exit among a torrent of non-skrabble wordS.
i start klosing things up and the door swings opeN.
i look,
a regular dude,
im relieved to sell him a sixer
and praktikally sellabratory when i find out shes not on the stepS.

this is the krusial differense between bukowski and bakeowskI.

i usually don't fukk abusive skankS.

i find out later the boss left when the girls walked in because they have a certain zest for life that is mush appreciated by the lonelier men in the neighborhood, and they usually need to be told no a few dozen timeS.

and that the fireman may well be a secret admireR.

well, i know the diner where they work, and tom waits and i both have a thing for waitresses, i just don't have a thing for wild ass alkoholiks in my bed at night waking up raginG. too uch wated energy therE. it offends my virgo's love for effisienssY.

i've been down that road with the theatriks and profanity, and frankly, that's my role,

im the problem drinker,

dont steal my lines or my limelighT.

you kan be the enabler this timE.