tap, tap, tap,
I wish that I
could get the rapid
Machine gun firing
of an old typewriter
Maybe it could help
soothe and calm
my useless mind
from wondering
"hey Buk, what kept you going all those years?
After all the women and all the booze
all the dunk tanks and all the madhouses?
What Kept you writing?"
How was it to press on
even when the words wouldn't come
the sun still rose
the horses still ran
everyone still ages
how did you press on?
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