Loud almighty

     pursuant to ideas 

and notions

    you button up 

Yr trousers 

    See

well it ain't nothing

   just ham and cheese

  and grits

 and coffee

Sweet sweet 

  Coffee

Hot and strong

Where's the milk?

    Bukowski stole it

  with his little whiny chirping 

Ah well

  Still a good poeter 

Yessir 

   driving to San Pedro