Toilet Poetry

So on the final stop of my trip home, I went into the women’s restroom at the train station in Indianapolis. I found this on the wall.

handwritten text on a bathroom wall

He told me he was afraid of commitment with 13 tattoos on his body.

I confronted him.

He said:

“but I don’t have to worry about these tattoos leaving my body.”

/snap snap snap snap snap/ Rock on, restroom poet. Rock on.

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