Around that corner or silently speaking, <br />there is a mystery inside and out of that stinky unisex bathroom. <br /> <br />Tissue torn into pieces and with madness thrown all over <br />the floor. <br />Water splashed towards every sidewall <br />and smeared with bloody terror and discreet shame. <br /> <br />Sometimes smelling of horror or maybe a party toilet room <br />that is never clean. <br /> <br />Fight! <br />Fight to get in, despite, almighty rights, improper manners <br />as one after another turn that corner and pull the handle. <br />My turn, your next, <br />Keep away the toilet hogs. <br /> <br />Without a knock or polite question, <br />Someone always opens the door <br />and a surprise peek is x rated and someone has found another <br />public display I may say, or maybe a bit of sexual intensity. <br /> <br />Whatever the cause it seems unpeculiar and unpleasant. <br />Stupid and obnoxious. <br />A disrespect in morality where I work. <br />And an undespair of the moment that pleases <br />another. <br /> <br />People with no manners whatsoever. <br />Like my mother and grandmamma always said. <br />You don’t live in the barn so close that door! ! ! <br /> <br />Knock on the door for Christ sakes. <br />Stop shouting while we meditate in quietness. <br /> <br />And please! <br />Please go free yourself and go use the other hellhole down the hall!<br /><br />Ranis Thomas III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bathroom-etiquette/
