I learned to write poetry
From those bathroom walls
I even learned about life
From them ***** old stalls
I think one was even written
By Mr Edgar Allan Poe
Wait!, that might have said
David Allan Coe
One poem that I found
Was scribbled in red
Of course I can't really repeat
What that poem said
Some were so funny
They made me laugh real hard
I laughed til I cried
And my lungs were scarred
Here I sit so broken hearted
Was a poem that we made famous
But we never signed our names
In case they ever tried to blame us
Now some say that bathroom poetry
Just isn't very well known
But you just can't help but read some
While you're sitting on the throne
To *** or not to ***
I haven't made up my mind
But you have to admit, bathroom poetry
Is simply one of a kind
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 8:16 AM UTC
I learned to write poetry
From those bathroom walls
I even learned about life
From them ***** old stalls
I think one was even written
By Mr Edgar Allan Poe
Wait!, that might have said
David Allan Coe
One poem that I found
Was scribbled in red
Of course I can't really repeat
What that poem said
Some were so funny
They made me laugh real hard
I laughed til I cried
And my lungs were scarred
Here I sit so broken hearted
Was a poem that we made famous
But we never signed our names
In case they ever tried to blame us
Now some say that bathroom poetry
Just isn't very well known
But you just can't help but read some
While you're sitting on the throne
To *** or not to ***
I haven't made up my mind
But you have to admit, bathroom poetry
Is simply one of a kind