Charles Bukowski - Congrats, Chinaski lyrics

As I near 70 I get letters, cards, little gifts From strange people Congratulations, they tell Me Congratulations I know what they mean: The way I have lived I should have been dead in half That time I have piled myself with a ma** of Grand abuse, been Careless toward myself Almost to the point of Madness I am still here Leaning toward this machine In this smoke-filled room This large blue trashcan to my Left Full of empty Containers The doctors have no answers And the gods are Silent Congratulations, d**h On your patience I have helped you all that I can Now one more poem And a walk out on the balcony Such a fine night there I am dressed in shorts and stockings Gently scratch my old Belly Look out there Look off there Where dark meets dark It's been one hell of a crazy Ballgame