Public Washrooms

A short poem I would like to share as I am sure you can relate:

I'm not a big fan of crowds. They're bustly and loud, and terribly busy. I have to push my way through just to get anywhere, its shitty. What makes it worse is the line up for bathrooms, the women’s is worse, but the men's isn't pretty.
Not only do you have to find a suitable can, you've got to fight your way over just to stop and stand.
Pinching a fart to hold in your poo, there's not much worse, I know its happened to you.
Finally, when you get into that "recently cleaned" stall, you choke from the stench, can barely breathe at all.
And you try your best to hurry along your greasy little dump, cause you've been in the line up and feel bad for those chumps.
Sometimes I wish we could all just be free, to shit, fuck and piss, wherever, whenever, agree?!
Po Oper from @Manonhisthrone.