Plop

I would be 

Your drunken cousin 

Lives in a bed sit 

Watches formula one

Vroom vroom screech

I would be a cheap Chianti, Liebfraumilch 

Nothing fancy 

Glug glug Blerch 

I would be let me see 
big count Basie 

The stranglers drummer 

But not as good 

More Joe Jackson doing shit Louis Jordan covers 

Perhaps 

What's the use of being sober 
when you're gonna get drunk again? 

I epitomize advanced graffiti 

That's the level 

Of my words 

Bukowski said that these fuking poems 

Are the equivalent 

of hot turds 

Plop 

When I die 

They will die with me 

The world can smell 

Their greasy perfume 

In their nostrils 

As we burn

O my luckily being

With your rectitude 

And your causality

As we burn baby 

As we burn

Crackle crackle 

Roman candle

Eek. 

19/08/17 finished