A poem...Laugh

There's a spill

A spill behind the toilet
A spill behind the toilet in the men's bathroom

It smells in there
The toilet doesn't work

There's crap on the walls
Crap on the floors

It smells in there

But there's a spill
Blood perhaps

Now no one uses the third stall from the right
No one cares to clean up that stall

Because it smells in there
Blood perhaps



There, a poem for you, take for it what you will. Give you a clue, I am Pagliacci