when God created love he didn’t help most
when God created dogs He didn’t help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Charles Bukowski's poem Yes Yes

7 Comments

  1. cec says:

    if god created us in his image then he definitely knows how to come….

  2. Raymond says:

    Come on, this is obvious.

    This is a love poem. This is some shitty old man trying to write beautifully the only way he knows how.

    Id read this poem at my wedding.

    Get it together you lemmings

  3. amber says:

    how about not bitch about who believes in what and if god is real or not. Bukowski had the balls to say what he had to say loud and proud and i really dont think any of your opinions matter. Enjoy the mans poetry or get the hell outta here.

  4. zubeir says:

    This is an isult to Mighty God, God remain the most perfect ever, the poet is insane

  5. kevin a says:

    hey serge. is that really all you do. you know bukowski writes like this so why do you read it? why do you let yourself endure his pain threw his peoms. give the man respect. and get a life.

  6. Emily says:

    I liked the poem. But i just have somethig to say about the the other persons comment. Why don’t you get a life? Maybe a hundred years ago god would have “punished” him. But god isn’t an angry god….read the new testament…

  7. serge says:

    WHO EVER WROTE THIS POEM SHOULD ASK GOD FOR FORGIVENESS BECAUSE GOD WILL PUNISH YOU REALLY HARD AND THEN YOU WILL FEEL SORRY. AGAIN THINK WHAT YOU WRITE BECAUSE GOD IS HOLY

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