Transgender

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 © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 4/8/2017 10:04:00 AM
Very cleverly done, Jerry. The world is changing but not fast enough :) Amitiés
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Date: 4/8/2017 8:31:00 AM
Cute write Jerry ;)
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Date: 4/8/2017 8:05:00 AM
Your poem sure made me smile Jerry especially as I am the 'queen of poop on soup' and I love writing poems on similar subjects I saw my first ever unisex loo recently Jerry which gets over any difficulty with the transgender issue:-) hugs Jan xx
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