Charles Bukowski

"fuck
    this;
it's cold and
        I need a
  beer".

charles buk
owski

born in ninteen-
twenty and
died in
ninteen ninety-four
and spent
most
    of
      the
        intervening time
drunk
magical, wonderful

watching girls go by
and horses
racing

but still
found time
to
write a
shitload
of
poetry

his novel post office

(working title "i will
eventually exterminate all of my former
executives
one by one but i'll guess

this novel will have to do

for now")" is a harsh
critique of
the organisation of
the
postal workers and the alienation
of the
corporation
as well as a a great guide for

general 'taking it really easy' at work.