A New Earl of Sandwich
In a former men’s bathroom on the old Boston Common
You can now get a burger or noodles by Ramen
It was built in the 20s as a “men’s comfort station”
Used for 50 years and then deactivation
For the next 40 years it was all locked up tight
Filled with urinals and toilets and other delights
But the Earl of Sandwich that of Florida base
Said we’ll buy and refurbish as a great sandwich place
So they took out the urinals, the toilets, the sinks
And cleaned up the place so it no longer stinks
The interior’s now just a kitchen and prep
And the former old restroom has lost its bad rep
The building now looks as if back in its day
This once former restroom has come a long way
Now the good folks of Boston can all rest assured
That this dingy old bathroom’s no longer a turd
Be-beating in my bosom like
a time bomb waiting to explode
with crimson coated copper-veins
and no deactivation code.
Fl-fleeting from my carnal coat,
the life I was bestowed at birth;
with every passing second it
diminishes in earthly worth.
Sl-sleeping unaware of this,
the fact that every breath I take
is gravitating me towards
a most inevitable fate.
Dr-dreaming of a future where
my mind's desires blossom true,
unsure if I will have the strength
to carve that path and see it through.
Wa-waking from a hardy sleep,
I leap from bed into the hall:
eight hours I had slept that night,
eight hours toward my casket-call.
Sh-shining happily outside,
the sun grants me another day
to walk amongst the still-alive,
at least until I pass away.
Tu-turning are the hands of time,
a minute grows into an hour;
each passing day I wither like
the petals of a dying flower.
Ti-ticking all my life away,
a subtle process we all share;
although, I find it comforting
that such a fate is strictly fair.