by Marc Carver
The toilets flush
and at last I am in my favourite place.
I got a bit worried earlier
when I heard the man take his pants off outside the cubicle
but now
it is just me
I hear shouts and racing cars outide
but apart from that
alone
some thoughts come to me as the man outside says to the other man
"Oh yea - I know what you mean."
He does not
I carry on
in my poor man's palace
and realize it is a good job
I am here
at home
we have no toilet paper
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