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.