Last Days Of The Suicide Kid Song by Charles Bukowski

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I can see myself now

After all these suicide days and nights

Being wheeled out of one of

Those sterile rest homes (of course

This is only if I get famous and lucky)

By a subnormal and bored nurse

There I am sitting upright in my wheelchair

Almost blind

Eyes rolling backward into the dark

Part of my skull looking

For the mercy of death

Isn't it a lovely day, Mr bukowski

O, yeah, yeah the children walk past and

I don't even exist and lovely women walk by

With big hot hips

And warm buttocks and tight hot everything

Praying to be loved and I don't even

Exist it's the first sunlight we've

Had in 3 days, Mr bukowski

Oh, yeah, yeah

There I am sitting upright in my wheelchair

Myself whiter than this sheet of paper

Bloodless

Brain gone, gamble gone, me, Bukowski, Gone

Isn't it a lovely day, Mr bukowski

O, yeah, yeah pissing in my pajamas

Slop drooling out of my mouth

2 young schoolboys run by

Hey, did you see that old guy

Christ, yes, he made me sick!

After all the threats to do so

Somebody else has committed suicide for me

At last

The nurse stops the wheelchair, breaks a

Rose from a nearby bush, Puts it in my hand

I don't even know

What it is it might as well be my pecker

For all the good it does