Big Man Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Big Man
Bukowski was a man,
such a B I G man.
He'd eat the shepherd alive
such a wide gulp.
And he turned
as they burned
from the fire,
it burned,
such a B I G man.
Well it is said
and there ain't no dispute
such a B I G man.
He would eat all the fries
and the Mexican Butch
and the Irish backstabbers as well.
Then the Earth once again
was a paradise, yes,
and the Gods took the credit for all.
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