A poem
A friend recently handed me this poem, written by Charles Bukowski. It seems
appropriate:
- nobody is going to save your ass but
yourself.
You will be placed again and again
in nearly impossible
positions.
they will attempt again and again
through subterfuge, guise and force
to have you submit, quit, die
as they.
nobody is going to save your ass but
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fall,
so very easy
but don't, don't, don't.
just look at them.
listen to them.
do you want to be that?
that faceless, voiceless, eyeless
being?
death before death?
nobody is going to save your ass but
yourself
and it's worth saving,
it's a trick not done too often.
but if anything is worth doing, then
that's it.
think about it.
think about saving your ass.
your spiritual ass,
your gut ass,
your singing, magical one and
only beautiful ass.
save it.
don't join the dead asses.
maintain
with humor and grace
and finally
if necessary
your life against them,
damn the odds, damn
the price.
only you can save your own
ass.
do it! do it!
you know exactly what I am
talking about.
if you don't then your ass is
past saving.
and it most probably
is.
Until next time ---
vidiot at vidiot dot com
Last modified on March 20, 1996