making it
av Charles Bukowski

ignore all possible concepts and possibilities –
ignore Beethoven, the spider, the damnation of Faust –

just make it, babe, make it:

a house   a car   a belly full of beans

pay your taxes

fuck

and if you can't fuck

copulate.

make money but don't work too

hard – make somebody else pay to

relax, and 

stay of the streets

wipe your ass real good

use a lot of toilet paper

it's bad manners to let people know you shit or

could smell like it

if you weren't

careful.