Public toilets are not a nice place.
Their conditions are a filthy disgrace.
I hadn’t used one in quite a while.
But today I did and I did not smile.
The reeking suggests there was a brown mishap.
I guessed they’d missed the bowl with their crap.
The stink could be described as backdoor bile.
Then I noticed the floor. It was extremely vile.
The sight was sickening, like a rectal ricotta.
There were random chunks, and soggy blotters.
Leading to a cubicle lay a streaky brown trace.
Upon seeing it I gasped and covered my face.
Hushed cries and sobs echoed from within.
Along with blubbering sounds of pooing sin.
Like bubbling flaps against wet meat.
A visual was created and it was not neat.
My gut churned and I knew what was coming.
An expulsion of spew upward was forthcoming.
I dry heaved and lurched for the sink.
I threw my face downward, no time to think.
But alas! The sink already had been filled.
Someone had left in it their brown swill!