The Dirty Old Man

His name was Charles Bukowski, but he liked to go by the name of Hank. He was a dirty old man, who wrote poems and did poetry readings that paid him next to nothing. With a wine bottle in his hand a pack of cigarettes in the other, with a half burnt cigarette lit in his mouth and he was dressed like a Hollywood Bum. But he wasn't sad, or mad he had a smile on his face. As the whores walked down with their big asses and **** that were big and round quarter shaped nipples stuck out. The Dirty old man, said with a laugh, "It must be cold outside." And he continued down the lonesome Los Angeles streets, going to his next poetry reading.