In a aussie Bukowski-style

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In Australia ‘round ’96, ’97  

there was an Italian thirty-something  

one day he drank 18 Four Eks  

and bedded three different girls.  

He rode a train for 24 straight hours  

and even laid with an Aboriginal woman.  

This poem doesn’t rhyme,  

this poem ain’t fit to publish.  

Once, he slept with a Drag Queen,  

another time, a threesome that lasted three days with two model girls.  

—

[anonymous]