your thoughts on this famous piece by bukowski?

Question

Saturday.
11:26 a.m.
No sleep.
No shower.
Procrastinating to the point of death.

Feeling anxious about nothing.
Thinking of you.
Don’t really know why.
I’m getting nauseous.

Stomach is growling.
I’m not hungry.

Somewhere Dylan is playing softly.
“Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success”

Answer 1

Another hangover morning for Charlie. He's got those "don't know why I feel so lousy" blues.

Here's a hint Charlie:

Too much booze, too much thinking

But then, they do tend to go together.

I sometimes wonder why I drink.
I think that it's because I think.

The curse of the intelligent alcoholic.