(KNOCK, KNOCK) <br />I'm in here! <br /> <br />I KNOW! YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE FOR HALF AN HOUR. OTHERS DO HAVE TO GO TOO. <br />I'll be right out. <br /> <br />LOOK, IF YOU'RE HAVING TROUBLE, TAKE ONE OF YOUR MOTHER'S STOOL SOFTENERS. I DON'T WANT YOU TO END UP WITH PILES LIKE MINE. <br />It isn't that. <br /> <br />WAIT A MINUTE! ARE YOU DOING WHAT I THINK YOU'RE DOING? <br />No! <br /> <br />I SAW YOU TAKE A MAGAZINE IN THERE. ARE YOU READING POETRY? I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO THROW THOSE MAGAZINES OUT AFTER I FOUND THEM UNDER YOUR BED! <br />I did, but there's nothing wrong with poetry. <br /> <br />NOTHING WRONG! NOTHING WRONG! POETRY LEADS TO ANARCHY! <br />No it doesn't! There's more to life than weightlifting, clay pidgeon shooting, Tai Kwon Do, compound bows and watching prowrestling while drinking highballs with Old Grandad. <br /> <br />YOU JUST LEAVE YOUR GRANDFATHER OUT OF THIS! <br />He likes my poetry! He said someday I'll make a million dollars selling my poems. <br /> <br />UH? A MILLION DOLLARS YOU SAY? WELL, I UH? I WOULDN'T WANT TO STIFLE YOUR CREATIVITY! <br />Do you mean it? <br /> <br />SURE SON. HECK, I GUESS EVERY FAMILY NEEDS AT LEAST ONE POET!<br /><br />bob eichen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-man-will-you-please-get-out-of-that-bathroom/
