Men’s public toilets require impeccable timing
Get it right
At all costs
Make no error in judgement.
Get it right
And you will enjoy the pure bliss that comes from the emptiness of yourself
Marvel at the pearly white porcelain
It is fit for a king
Don’t feel bad for messing it up
You have earned it.
But get it wrong
Oh dear God
I try not to entertain the notion
You poor sad fellow.
Get it wrong
You will be consumed by the rancid depths
A residual ether from a stranger’s poor diet
It fills your nostrils to capacity
You can almost smell the bowel cancer hanging heavy in the air.
Or worse yet
Here comes a muscle clad
Homophobic
Sport fan
Staring at your dick for competition.
I think I can hold on.
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