Bukowski

The art that was a therapy 
The man who never tried
But made it nonetheless
The fear, the loss, the victory,
The world he left behind
And legacy that eases up 
Upon the misery

Drink tea and smile
Because he drinks beer in heaven
And smiles back at you

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