Charles Bukowski - Rhyming poem: lyrics

The goldfish sing all night with guitars And the who*es go down with the stars The who*es go down with the stars I'm sorry, sir, we close at 4:30 Besides yr mother's neck is dirty And the who*es go down with the etc., The whrs. go dn. with the etc I'm sorry jack you can't come back I've fallen in love with another sap 3/4 Italian and 1/2 Jap And the who*es go The who*es go Etc