I’m pooping in a far off distant land…
Not the usual throne that I demand.
A public pooper is where I’m at…
A dark filthy place, was that a rat?
But what do you do when it’s a fecal emergency?
Bowels primed, release is a matter of urgency.
Looking back I suppose I could have soiled my pants.
Or gone to the sausage aisle and taken a chance.
What’s with all these people? Public toilet traffic is heavy…
This centre could make money with a user levy.
That way you can have some peace and quiet.
When you’re trying dump and start a rectal riot.
But in this environment, would a riot be an improvement?
The ‘clean toilets for all’ slogan makes a new bowel movement.
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