Secret

Here’s a little secret.

If it makes any sense , keep it.

Why am I here ? What’s the reason?

Well , it’s like poetry roulette.

Spin the wheel for Bukowski.

What does a double zero mean ?

I quit the booze but I’m far from clean.

Sometimes I run in the red , it’s a force unseen.

Compound interest  , in my Kharmic  Scale.

Zippy the pinhead  got me out of jail.

Lets put this in and see who I be...

 

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