Once

Once

By dan ankers

Once when I was younger

And in such a book store

As it was called Borders

Letters Raised above the Door

I searched with my naive eyes, the ceiling vast

And around me the wood of the shelves seemed overcast

With my naive view I seemed to skew as something heavy came

And fast, I had to poo

So

Now I raced to the bathroom, whereupon my pants I dropped

And I crested that fat mackerel

It WAS DREADFUL. I swear the room I pooed in darkened as the log hit the water

And it was good...and it was over at last……

But WAIT

It seems my feces had a daughter!

So as I practiced my core strength

And was awaiting my next length…

In comes a tall man

Angry and Tall

I can see his boots on his feet under the stall

And I can see his hat above the metal enclosure I was in

As I grinned and tried my best to win

He pounded on the door to the stall I was in, Yelling,

“I really need to get in there!” or

Some other such thing

But I was a dick, so I’m like wait

This guy is trying to make me pinch my loaf in Kuwait

Man this is no war zone

The only enemies’ the feeling inside of my colon

Just now

So I did my thing

At a natural rate

And as fate would have it

That was really too late

So I see this guy

And I’m so fucking Surprised!

But I see his two feet

Back into the urinal real neat

And it’s strange to this day

That he was pointed the other way

Than to pee

So he ……

Sooo...heee

So he shat and he shat and that was fucking that

And I saw as it went splat, neath that urinal vat

There was so much fucking shit

Looked like pudding in piles

I very quickly cleaned myself up, and I reported the surprise

To the pretty little lady who was the first person I saw

“There was so much shit in that bathroom. I’m pretty sure it clung to the wall.”