"Flush"

The work toilet is a frightful place
it makes me want to heave
I nip in there as last resort
and can never wait to leave

The clank of wood
the huff and puff
is all I seem to hear
take me to another place
ten miles is still too near.

I zip up quick and wash my hands
desperate to get out
The cranky worn out dryer
helps to muffle out my shout.

You dirty bastard!
Go at home
the smell you make is mean
your sweaty brow and high waste band
makes me feel unclean.

Death is round the corner
if I don't get out of here
my eyeballs hurt
my nose is shot
the end is surely near.

I pull and grab my way outside
gasping for fresh air
and place a sign upon the door
"Enter if you dare"

Ron Peat
Thanx God I'm retired. But I've worked some toilets in my day. Some were constipating and some were the drizzles. And they always had an over abundance of paper for that very reason. :-) A great metaphor here that sizzles in the crapper. A poet friend// RH Peat

anushmadhu
good one