it's no good
after all.
it has been cut in half
drawn and
quartered and
hung out to dry.
it was hardly good
even when it was good.
the ego gets caught
in a web of desire
the ego creates that strange mirage,
love.
I need a new home for my ego.
who will she be
this time?
~Charles Bukowski
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