- Aug 4, 2019
The first time I read this one I was in the mens rest room at Leaders Lanes bowling alley on Coney Island Avenue, in Brooklyn NY. The year would’ve been 1975. There was a follow-up poem written next to it that went something like this:“Here I sit broken hearted. Tried to shit but only farted”
“Some people come here to sit and think, others come here to and stink, but I come here to scratch my ️?’s and read the ? on the walls.”
Classic lavatory verse never goes out of style.