Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

“when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies
we often talked about how we’d like to die
and
we all agreed on the same thing;
we’d all
like to die
fucking
(although none of us had done any fucking)
and now that we are hardly kids any longer
we think more about how not to die
and
although we’re ready
most of us would prefer to do it alone
under the
sheets
now that most of us
have fucked
our lives
away.” 
― Charles BukowskiYou Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense