Permanently fixed to the rest room wall,
waiting for the golden rain to fall,
oh you've many a tale to tell,
The stains on your sides, the distinctive smell,
That gum in the drain hole, spat out in haste,
The crown and glory ‘mongst the human waste.
All those members, large and small,
have hung over your orifice, you've seen them all,
Your starting to choke on the pubic hair,
While drunk men with whiskey breath, look down and stare,
no one seems to notice your vitreous gleam,
under the constant haze of the urine stream,
you just suffer in silence and long for the day,
When you’re no longer needed and they take you away.