Chivalry

I spent the summer of my senior year

indoctrinating myself

with the words of one Charles Bukowski.

And though I tend to write with his signature cynicism,

I couldn't quite bring myself

to write the good fuck poem.

Tempted by the allure of untouched material,

I found myself torn

between chivalry and Bukowski.

Now thumbing through his beer stained words,

I find myself coyly pleased

not to be such an asshole.