Bathroom poetry

Bathroom poets.

When I was a young guy, I wrote in the bathroom at GE, where I worked.  The bathroom was where we all wrote.  Bathroom poets, all of us.

And now, as an author, looking back, the bathroom is where I had my beginnings.  On bathroom walls.

Some come here to sit and think.

Some come here to shit and stink.

I come here to scratch my balls and read the poems on the walls.

Sorry, Becky.  As your dad, I am supposed to be the adult.  I am a bad example.

GE apprentices from building 9 are now laughing their butts off.  We all did it. 

And we all had pen names, so we didn't get in trouble.  Mine was Cobra Jet.  I desperately wanted a red Mach I Mustang.  A 351,  4 barrel, cobra jet.  I still do.