Bukowski Wouldn’t Bother

Social Media?

Politics?

Who gives a shit?

Bukowski wouldn’t bother

But even though he’s
Getting attacked
Even though he’s bone dry dead
In fact he’d probably just
Laugh and give them all
The finger

And go back to drinking
His beer

But since he’s been gone
The world has gone insane
He’d see psychopaths &
Whack jobs and drama on
The scene

Where all of his ideology
His vision of beauty in the
Ordinary has all but disappeared

And he would see a world
Full of backstabbing
Pop culture ass-kissing
Disappointment

Writers & poets
Angry & jealous
Vicious & unseen
Trying to make their
Way through the ranks
By posting memes just
To get your attention

The flow of their words
Drifting off into cyberspace

Unremarkable
Unremembered

So strangely enough
He’s most likely off
Somewhere in the afterlife

Drinking & happy that
He lived in the very last
Days

Where true words
True writing no matter
How honest or obscene

Touched someone
Else’s life in a cheap
Old paperback

And were actually
Loved & read