What Would Bukowski Do
Thinking of Princess Diana
Pomp and circumstance, hot air is just gas
Standing on ceremony, this too shall pass
Did the homeless man care, one kiss, no two
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Sweet, serene princess, no common lass
Does the prince ever say anything crass
Do the poor looking on celebrate too
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Half a mil to spend showing some brass
Competition reigns high the status of class
Nights on the street await royalty's debut
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A sea of humanity congregates en masse
Awaiting a fairytale they view from the grass
Clamoring throngs, they bring their own brew
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Mother holds the cards yet denies an impasse
Reality is blurry seen thru a magnifying glass
Off with their hats reveals the bald view
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Illusion dressed up in holiness of stained glass
Ironic abundance where the street holds the ass
Pulling a carriage separating ordinary from you
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