up, down and all around

I sometimes get edgy
wonder where I’m at,
miss a step, feel
lost.

everybody looks
taller
more intelligent
kinder
and
of course
not as
ugly.

but that never
lasts
very long.

I take a good
look around,
a straight
measure
and then
I
know.

and that’s
almost
worse.

you wish
you
could get
out of
comparisons.

the ego is
sick,
prejudiced.

nothing to
do
but
get
drunk.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1990
Source
Original manuscript