A Poem from a San Antonio Air BnB

The sign on the toilet says

Not to flush the toilet paper

But to throw it in the trash instead

I flush it just the same

In order there is anarchy


And the trash

The cause of my anxiety

Shall instead be a receptacle for my discontent

For in order there is distress


And the trash remains empty


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