The writings on the stall

7 Mar 2009

Here I sit I'm at a loss
Trying to shit out taco sauce
I know I'm gonna drop a load
I only hope I don't explode

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me,
So... throw me down,
and tie me up and show me that you like me.

If you tinkle and you sprinkle,
Be a sweetie wipe the seatie

Some come here to sit and think,
some come here to shit and stink,
but I come here to itch my balls,
and read the writing on the walls.

I was here but now i'm not I sat right here and smoked some pot, I'm writing this to make a point, Lifes a bitch so smoke a joint

7 Mar 2009

Great 'Shithouse Poet' stuff.

Bat

7 Mar 2009

I've heard tons of those through the years. Good ones BB

7 Mar 2009

Here's a few more for ya

To the dismay of all concerned,

The shithouse poet has returned,

Here I sit upon this seat,

My favorite place to beat my meat,

If I cum all over the place,

Imagine the look on the janitor’s face,

Writing on the wall may just be mean,

But I’m not the one who cleans this latrine.

Here I sit,

cheeks a flexin’

squeezin’ out,

another Texan.

8 Mar 2009

Gotta read something in the stalls. No magazines. book

9 Mar 2009

Thanks BB that last one is my favorite. AND IT'S TRUE!!!!! Bwahahahaha

9 Mar 2009

Those are good ones.

Carpe Diem

Red out