I never...

This is a humorous poem about choosing where to go in publis restrooms.

I choose the bigger stalls
because they’re more comfy.
I never close the door
because it may fall,
or someone left a lumpy
one on the floor.
Though, it never hurts to lock out
things, or people, that wish harm
to my person or my heart.
But, as I look about,
I hear bubbling, like a storm.
Now I know someone chose to part
with some flagrant vapors
at a time most dire
to my body and mind.
There are no papers
to make me dryer,
so I leave behind the stall
and decide to choose the porcelain
hole in the wall.

The End

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