Violence is never the answer

But Bukowski wrote Barfly

And kicked many an ass

In his day…

I was never a pacifist

I’ve shot .22, .30, .357, .45

Hell I’ve thrown grenades

And blown the fuck out of cars

With machine guns;

I’ve fought in the ring

And spent four years

Being taught to dehumanize

Being taught how to kill

To what end?

It was too late to stop the bastards…

Those innocence stealing demons

Would have had it coming

Those mother beating monsters,

Wouldn’t have been missed.

No…I locked it all away

In a secret place deep down

But I keep them all oiled

In case the evil comes back

Because there’s a curse

In never forgetting