Best Public Toilet Poems
rusty
dusty
crusty
musty
needs to be cleaned, rusty, crusty, eew,
nasty farm smells, dusty, musty loo.
You may use this toilet, but please do not spoil it,
Quit being mean by keeping it clean.
Flush it with water, not with what’s meant to drink,
If you care for others you won’t let it stink,
Ensure your aim is always true,
Use the right place meant for doing what you do.
Never leave bits and pieces lying around,
Inside the potty, not made on the ground.
Others may step on it, perhaps fall and trip?
Just because you made, an uncivil slip.
Always put value on that gleaming commode,
Whether in ceramic or moulded from spode.
Inside your home it would be ever so shining,
Why leave some strangers all worked up and whining?
Paying respect to everything going in under your snout,
Also pay attention to whats coming out.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & Poet)
Hand Washing in the Public Toilet
By Elton Camp
Employees must wash hands before returning to work
But that sign doesn't apply to just some regular jerk
I see guys often in there handling you know what
But do they then wash their hands.....some do not
Rather, they turn and rush directly out the door
With hands the dirtiest of persons would abhor
It would never do for me to set off a howl
And about their gross filthiness to growl
When I see them outside extending hand to shake
I am forced to think, "He is sure a sorry snake."
If only there were a way the public to notify
About one, who to be clean, doesn't even try
Maybe a sign that would light and a bell would ring
When out goes one who's done this disgusting thing
IS THERE A CORONER ON THE CORNER?
Life would be more temperate were i not taunted so by temptation
On every corner and on every god-forsaken street
For a weakened man such as i temptation never comes to a cessation
And believe me brother, I’ve been broken, battered and beat
I’ve taken my licks while simply trying to get some kicks
Find the thrill of stillness and temporary but tempting relief
I’m like a flame burning in the middle of a candle’s wick
Burning toward both ends with a soothing flame all too brief
The word “temptation” should have been made my middle name
Since I’m tormented by chasing that short but soothing flame
My lack of will power and detrimental desire are both to blame
And since that first shot in the arm temptation is torment I cannot tame
Living wouldn’t be such a chore had I some self-control
And life would be easier were my heart not so hardened by craving
A lack of restraint makes me no saint since sin has stolen my soul
And believe me my bleak brothers, my sordid soul ain’t worth saving
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And at once there was me as I had always been
Stripped bare and weeping alone
Heart on a string being played by a puppeteer
Eyes wide with knowledge and disbelief
Silenced by myself as others
Who would know?
Lipstick on and smile