For a Good Time Call

by Maple Tree   Apr 17, 2012


I'm claustrophobic-
as I reside within
this shabby metal
tomb, doing my "business"
I can't help but notice,

for a "good time"
call Paul-

Who is Paul? and is he good?
this public restroom
has an aroma of sweaty
bottoms and dirty socks-

The lock upon the door is jammed,
biting my lip as tears start to fall,
I'm alone, locked in a filthy prison,
and my only hope is the annoying
under wire from my bra-

picking the lock, setting my soul free,
I can't help but skip with a feeling of relief-

Driving down that broken down highway,
happy to be on my way,
"I made it out alive" I whisper,
as the toilet paper dangles from my car door...

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 12 years ago

    by Chelsey

    I think its crazy how when you think of a public restroom you think of stuff like this, the funny and stupid things people write, and you were the only one who came up with something funny with the topic of a public restroom lol

    I loved the title, right away I knew this was going to crack me up!

  • 12 years ago

    by Wicked Ways

    Haha what a nice poem to start the morning with lol it has humor and im sure everyone could relate if they've ever been in a public restroom but i never got stuck in one hm.....nice poem :D

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    Oh darling this is awesome and brilliant!

    I was laughing because I've had those doors that you end up feeling trapped in! What a funny poem.

    Awesome write!!!

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    Loved the ending.

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    Haha.. I seriously wasn't expecting the ending.
    I was laughing so hard when I read it the first time.

Read All Comments (5)

More Poems By Maple Tree