Oh bathroom at the YWCA, why do you treat me this way?
Downtown Seattle
Up the block from the McDonalds
In all your splendor
You know I just want to use you in all your normality
Your two toilets
Your two urinals
It makes me quiver just to think of them
I look forward to our liaisons with tender anticipation
Why do you make me wait so long?
Why do I have to give you my Washington State driver's license before you let me tinkle?
You've got room for four.
Surely there' s room for me at urinal #1
While someone used toilet #3
Why will you only let in one at time?
Creating a constant line
Waiting for someone to come out
Someone who may be doing something wrong in the bathroom
We understand
Junkies shouldn't use drugs in public restrooms
We understand
You used to be open and free
Fulfilling your function
A facility for four
For a busy office
But now we've got to get a key attached to a piece of plastic
To let ourselves in
And while we are in you
No one else may enter without the key they possess
In tribute to the minds behind this Bizarro World policy
If you don't want people to do drugs in the bathroom
What you DON'T do
is let them lock the door
A policy
meant to stop something
it actually ends up encouraging
Where've I heard that one before?
MD
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