Public Pooping Perils

I saw you leave, you in the red hat.

I remember your face, as I sought to sit where you sat.

And I’d like to ask you a thing or two, like

Why you made such a mess in the loo.

You peed on the seat and failed to flush

But when you sauntered out, you were clearly, in no rush.

We work in the same place

And like I said, I remember your face.

So next time our paths cross and I look you right in the eye

Just know that I know, and I will not say hi.

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