i mean

you dont imagine
bukowski standing
at the urinal
as the piss trickles

you imagine him
viral with a string flow

or not at all

i find life
is so much better suited

distorted

every single person
just dies

i hope people remember me
with a strong flow
not dribbling sadly
over my own balls
into the fucking gutter

better yet
forget i was ever here
just a phantom piss stain