a note to the boys in the back room:

I get more and more mimeo chapbooks in the mail
written by fellows who used to know me
in the good old days.

these fellows are all writers
and they write about me
and they seem to remember
what I said
what I did.

some of it is exaggerated
some of   it is humorous
and a majority of it is
self-serving–

where I tend to look bad or
ridiculous
or even insane
they always describe themselves
as calm and dependable
observers
instead of
(in many cases)
as the non-talented
boring
ass-sucking
pretentious and
time-consuming
little farts
that they were.

I feel no rancor at what they
write.
it’s only that I’ve already done a
better job
with that particular subject
matter

and I would suggest that they
move on to the next man
just as my women have
done.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1983
Source
Original manuscript