| 00:00 - 00:05 | A Poem by Charles Bukowski |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | The Crunch |
| 00:07 - 00:10 | too fat |
| 00:11 - 00:16 | too thin |
| 00:17 - 00:21 | or nobody. |
| 00:21 - 00:24 | laughter or |
| 00:29 - 00:31 | tears |
| 00:31 - 00:34 | haters |
| 00:38 - 00:40 | lovers |
| 00:41 - 00:47 | strangers with faces like |
| 00:47 - 00:50 | the backs of |
| 00:50 - 00:56 | thumb tacks |
| 00:58 - 00:59 | armies running through |
| 00:59 - 01:01 | streets of blood |
| 01:04 - 01:06 | waving winebottles |
| 01:06 - 01:08 | bayoneting |
| 01:13 - 01:14 | virgins. |
| 01:14 - 01:16 | an old guy in a cheap room |
| 01:16 - 01:20 | with a photograph of M. Monroe. |
| 01:21 - 01:27 | there is a loneliness in this world so great |
| 01:35 - 01:36 | that you can see it in the slow movement of |
| 01:36 - 01:39 | the hands of a clock |
| 01:41 - 01:44 | people so tired |
| 01:44 - 01:47 | mutilated |
| 01:47 - 01:49 | either by love or no love. |
| 01:50 - 01:53 | people just are not good to each other |
| 01:54 - 01:56 | one on one. |
| 01:56 - 01:58 | the rich are not good to the rich |
| 01:58 - 02:02 | the poor are not good to the poor. |
| 02:05 - 02:07 | we are afraid. |
| 02:10 - 02:11 | our educational system tells us |
| 02:11 - 02:13 | that we can all be |
| 02:15 - 02:17 | big-ass winners |
| 02:17 - 02:20 | it hasn't told us |
| 02:21 - 02:28 | about the gutters |
| 02:29 - 02:30 | or the suicides. |
| 02:30 - 02:32 | or the terror of one person |
| 02:36 - 02:39 | aching in one place |
| 02:40 - 02:42 | alone |
| 02:50 - 02:55 | untouched |
| 02:56 - 02:58 | unspoken to |
| 02:58 - 03:04 | watering a plant. |
| 03:04 - 03:09 | people are not good to each other. |
| 03:09 - 03:11 | people are not good to each other. |
| 03:16 - 03:20 | people are not good to each other. |
| 03:23 - 03:26 | I suppose they never will be. |
| 03:31 - 03:36 | I don't ask them to be. |
