I couldn't find this anywhere else online, so I thought I'd post it here. I think of this poem every year when the Oscars roll around. I don't think the celebs are as 'talentless' as Bukowski claims but I think he meant this as both serious critique and tongue and cheek.
This
by Charles Bukowski
self-congratulatory nonsense as the
famous gather to applaud their seeming
greatness
you
wonder where
the real ones are
what
giant cave
hides them
as
the deathly talentless
bow to
accolades
as
the fools are
fooled
again
you
wonder where
