Budding poets in stinking vapor

Monday blues and what have you...

I'm feeling a bit of a stink today. 

This is not helped by a forwarded mail that came my way.

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Excellent poems by not so famous poets found on toilet doors and walls........

A budding poet trying his best...

Here I lie in stinky vapor,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,
Shall I lie, or shall I linger,
Or shall I be forced to use my finger.

Before he graduated to be a poet, he wrote this...
Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to shit
But only farted

Someone who had a different experience wrote,
You're lucky
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And shit my pants!

Perhaps it's true that people find inspiration in
toilets.
I came here to shit and stink,
but all I do is sit and think.

There are also people who come in for a different purpose...
Some come here to sit and think,
some come here to shit and stink,
but I come here to scratch a couple of balls,
and read the bullshit on the walls...

Toilets walls also double as job advertisement
space.......
(written high upon the wall)
If you can piss above this line, the Singapore Fire
Department wants you.

Ministry of Environment advertisement.
We aim to please!
You aim too! Please

 

On the inside of a toilet door:
Patrons are requested to remain seated throughout the
entire performance.

And finally, this should teach some a lesson...
Sign seen at a restaurant:
The hands that clean these toilets also make your
food...please aim properly.

 

And now (drum roll) here's my contribution to the stink poetry:

You pay to enter toilets

You pay to piss and shit

Why pay to give away something?

Somehow, I just don't get it!