| Subject: A "Stall-er" Performance |
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Ted Yahraus
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Date Posted: 07:10:12 05/02/02 Thu
Author Host/IP: roach-tc1-070.link2000.net/63.160.187.119
"Go down the hall, and turn to the left",
Words throbbed in my ear as my bladder's half-cleft!
Those missions to restrooms, run at great speed,
My world blurs and fades, with one primal need!
I skid on waxed floor, such unfriendly turf,
Rounding last corner, fighting back "yellow surf"!
Home-stretch sprint, I close on beckoning doors,
That john glowing like golden trophy from yore!
Whump! A transformer blows, plunging all into black,
I fumble for the knob -- be danged if I'll turn back!
"MEN'S" on the right, as sure as the day,
My panting brain sees it no other way.
By Braille I embrace the stall's steel door,
Rotating my seam-busting torso, no easy chore!
While stumbling through the darkness, I hear a funny noise,
From the stall right beside me, -- a voice not from boys!
Another trapped tenant, asked if I was all right,
A LADY!! Wrong turn -- now paralyzed by fright!
"Yes deary...", my reply in perfect falsetto,
With quick lunge I burst from my gate -- YOU BET-O!!
Groping from exit, please darkness remain,
Just a little longer, the feeble cry in my brain.
Rebounding off a sink, I back out the door,
That squeaky-voiced stranger still muttering, OH HORROR!
No sooner was I set free in that welcome hall,
When, "POP!", brightness sprung forth, bathing light over all!
I tuck and arrange, so desperate to hide,
All tell-tale signs, showing dignity almost died!
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