Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
prostitute
who flung it away in
extreme
disgust.
Van, whores don't want
ears
they want
money.
I guess that's why you were
such a great
painter: you
didn't understand
much
else.

Poet: Charles Bukowski
Poem: Working Out
Poem of the Day: Oct 23 2009
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