A while back, some of my more immature coworkers decided to start writing/drawing on the wall above the urinal in one of the bathrooms. Some of them were easily identified as the work of the high school kids that (thankfully) no longer work there, such as the numerous depictions of penises. There were a few other different ones, like the written hope that the person standing there will, “Have a good pee!” Most of these have been covered up not long after they’re put up.
There is one thing, however, that keeps getting put back up whenever it gets painted over and it’s a poem that someone scrawled on the wall. Now, I’ll admit that I chuckled after reading it the first time, but the rest of the guys who work there go on like this poem is the best thing ever. I’ve heard more than one of them recite it from memory in the break room. Personally, I don’t think it’s as good as they’re making it out to be, but I’ll let you all decide for yourselves.
The day was bright
The sky was blue
Down the alley
The shitwagon flew
A bump was hit
A cry was heard
A lady was hit
With a flying turd
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