A haven from the busy world
Just myself, my thoughts unfurled
I drop my pants and have some time
Where dull and serene intertwine
Finally an opportunity to recuperate
When I feel pooped and cannot operate
Here the dull tiles stay the same
The writing on the wall so profane
A buddah in a slight enclosure
The only place without exposure
I can get my ducks now in a row
Extra baggage no longer in tow
But my porcelain prayers do cease
As a man enters, disturbs the peace
Enters into my divine sanctuary
Intending to drop his load he carries
Casts open the door with such petulance
Releasing tiny bombs of flatulence
Drops his trousers with avengence
Explodes and nearly bursts his appendix
I sit in solemn silence, a warrior jaded
So near the final heave, now belated
Anticipation for a smooth release
Now the farthest from my reach
The intermingling of our aromas
Now enough to induce a coma
I decide to engage in retaliation
At his evoking my consternation
But as I take my wad of teepee
To rid myself of excess leakeys
My adversary in the adjacent chamber
Hits me with the final remainder
A sound and stench combo so appalling
Worst I've witnessed in days of stalling
It last for 14 seconds before it passes
Except for the deathly residual gases
I flee my once-blessed cube of white
As I hold onto breath with all might
My asspirations and thoughts mangled
Trousers at ankles, impossibly tangled
One foot tries to lead but to no avail
Spread eagle on the floor, a teepee trail
Face pressed to the cold tile, delirious
My boss vacates the stall, a faceful of curious
"Mac you alright? Why you on the floor?"
Embarassment sets in, pierces the core
And just when I think I can take no more
It's not all out, here comes a bit more
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