Once I was a name on a toilet wall.
I suck dick. I bend over.
A chosen one. Never the loner.

Once I was a name on a toilet wall.
A calling card. It was never hard.
A number. Underlined. Always starred.

Once I was a name on a toilet wall.
Youth on my side. Means to provide.
More than one had to be denied.

But life plays games.

Once I was a name on a toilet wall.
Fading by year. Harder to adhere.
Youth abandoned. It would disappear.

Once I was a name on a toilet wall.
But no more.