Public Bathroom
My towels that fall on its floor
Never again cross my door:
Always sentenced to Death by burning,
The circumstances of one mourning…
Or demoted to a shoe rag,
Its reacceptance to eternally drag.
My sponges that in its slips off my hand
Become soldiers missing in action:
Some seconds of silence plus military band
Followed with ‘Rest in Peace or the notion’
I could round spin in my Jacuzzi
But in public bathroom keep eyeing the greasy,
Scarcely thinking it easy
Excusing the unforgivable sleazy;
Always, The Ever Tactical
Any rash alternative, nonsensical.
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