Where Is the Bathroom?

I had to find a bathroom, A reasonable request, I was all alone And my bladder was quite stressed. So I asked a man nearby, “Do you know where a bathroom is?” He merely shook his head, And went about his biz. I continued walking, And sure enough around, A woman with her children Could tell me where a bathroom’s found. She said, “I have no idea, I’m busy you can tell.” She fussed to shush her baby, Who had just begun to yell. I continued on my quest, Moving with rapid stride, When I found a large restaurant, Surely, there must be a bathroom inside! I went up to the waiter, I said, “I really have to pee.” Slightly irritated, I decided to forego all pleasantry. He said, “Oh, ours isn’t working, Someone clogged it the day before, But there is one a few blocks down, About three or four.” And so I hurried along, Quite desperate to find the joint, My bladder was close to reaching Its natural breaking point. I reached a tiny gas station, Where the clerk mumbled to me, “We do have an outside bathroom, But someone lost the key.” I turned and stomped outside, I wailed out vehemently, “How hard is it to find a bathroom In modern society?” A gentleman heard my plight, And said, “You know, there’s a store—“ I interrupted, “Never mind, I don’t have to go anymore.”