HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COACH SUMLIN

HEY, HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR CAKE!

Just kidding, Coach. We love you. Here’s a quick poem from the unofficial bard of Aggie Football, Chuck Bukowski.

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Poem For My 43rd Birthday by Charles Bukowski

To end up alone

in a tomb of a room

without cigarettes

or wine--

just a lightbulb

and a potbelly,

grayhaired,

and glad to have

the room.

...in the morning

they're out there

making money:

judges, carpenters,

plumbers, doctors,

newsboys, policemen,

barbers, carwashers,

dentists, florists,

waitresses, cooks,

cabdrivers...

and you turn over

to your left side

to get the sun

on your back

and out

of your eyes.

2017 is going to be a better year, we know it.