Another Roll of Two Ply
Messages scribbled on the bathroom stall
I can't even comprehend it all
The number is fake
And I never met Jake
But that interpretational art has got my attention
I think there's something I forgot to mention
I scribbled my poems in erasable ink
And some one has changed them
With a marker that's pink
I believe his words right
So my pen says goodnight
Farewell to all
Its always the same in
The End
***No one will read this crap anyways***
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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