A budding poet trying his best... Here I lie in stinky vapor, Because some bastard stole the toilet paper, Shall I lie, or shall I linger, Or shall I be forced to use my finger. Before he graduated to be a poet, he wrote this... Here I sit Broken hearted Tried to shit But only farted To read more :: http://pauseatwork.blogspot.com/2006/08/excellent-poems-found-on-toilet-doors.html