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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354667" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crunch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">too much too little </div><div style="margin:10px 0">too fat<br>too thin<br>or nobody. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">laughter or<br>tears </div><div style="margin:10px 0">haters<br>lovers </div><div style="margin:10px 0">strangers with faces like<br>the backs of<br>thumb tacks </div><div style="margin:10px 0">armies running through<br>streets of blood<br>waving winebottles<br>bayoneting and fucking<br>virgins. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">an old guy in a cheap room<br>with a photograph of M. Monroe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a loneliness in this world so great<br>that you can see it in the slow movement of<br>the hands of a clock </div><div style="margin:10px 0">people so tired<br>mutilated<br>either by love or no love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">people just are not good to each other<br>one on one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the rich are not good to the rich<br>the poor are not good to the poor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are afraid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">our educational system tells us<br>that we can all be<br>big-ass winners </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it hasn't told us<br>about the gutters<br>or the suicides. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the terror of one person<br>aching in one place<br>alone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">untouched<br>unspoken to </div><div style="margin:10px 0">watering a plant. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">people are not good to each other.<br>people are not good to each other.<br>people are not good to each other. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I suppose they never will be.<br>I don't ask them to be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but sometimes I think about<br>it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the beads will swing<br>the clouds will cloud<br>and the killer will behead the child<br>like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">too much<br>too little </div><div style="margin:10px 0">too fat<br>too thin<br>or nobody </div><div style="margin:10px 0">more haters than lovers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">people are not good to each other.<br>perhaps if they were<br>our deaths would not be so sad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">meanwhile I look at young girls<br>stems<br>flowers of chance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there must be a way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">surely there must be a way that we have not yet<br>though of. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">who put this brain inside of me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it cries<br>it demands<br>it says that there is a chance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it will not say<br>&quot;no.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Bukowski">Charles Bukowski</a><div class=q>
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too fat
too thin
or nobody. 

laughter or
tears 

haters
lovers 

strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks 

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins. 

an old guy in..."></div>
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