Oh bathroom, oh restroom of dark deceit
white walls hands free the great shitting man’s dream
clean sink pristine seat the lemon pledge reeks
I pop my squat all is well it would seem.
I’d like to think I’ve been a nice guy
but you must think otherwise, for you
gave me a one-time supply of one-ply
‘nough to wipe the ass of a butterfly.
They say you can’t fold a piece of paper
(eight by eleven) no more than seven
but shit, I could fold one-ply forever
still not enough, and the stack reached heaven.
And to think you only gave me one piece
as if that was enough to clean my crease.