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Desperate men.
Desperate men.
I knew instantly that I had to leave
The shop immediately .
It came on so fast I had to find
A public convenience ala pronto.
There I was skittering across
The Mall floor in search
Of the room of doom.
The latch on the grey door
Was stiff to close and the
Coat hook was broken.
I sat down in this place that
Only desperate men come to.
The smell of stale urine
Heavy in the air.
No sooner had nature
Taken over when footsteps
Entered this dire paradise
Thankfully nobody really listens in here,
They hear but only in the moment.
No-one cares as they stare blankly
At dirty tiles and try to hold there breath.
After all,
It could be them.
Six tugs on the paper wheel
And the deed is done.
Fingers crossed it all disappears
in the first flush.
The hot water is cold
And the cold does not work
But at least there is soap.
Three paper towels later,
A wink in the grubby mirror
And you are free.
Free from the room of doom,
Where only desperate men go.
Few men would venture into what you have done here...
excellent most excellent.