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Well, I’m in Target®, last week, on a shopping spree,
When I realize that I really needed to pee,
Now, I know their restroom policies are new,
As to where one can now, go pee or poo.
So, off I go in search of the lav,
That I’ve read about and I know they have,
It must be somewhere; it was all the news,
About confused people and conflicting views.
Now I feel like I’m holding back the falls,
When I spot some symbols high on a wall.
I run to the wall, and on the door below,
Are some symbols I’ve seen and some I don’t know.
On the door there are more, arrows and crosses,
Then can be found in most college, physics courses,
What do I do, which one is me,
After all, I just have to pee.
So I open the door, just a bit,
And see someone I think is a biker chick.
But I can’t be sure, so I close the door,
Afraid to open it any more.
But I really must pee, so I peek again,
And some look like women and some like men.
And I find myself as confused as ever,
When I spy a guy, in a dress, made of feathers.
So, I’m holding myself now, like when I was three,
And rocking back and forth like a windblown tree,
When up at the sign, I take one last glance,
But, Oops, too late, I peed my pants.
Copyright © Jerry Troiano | Year Posted 2017