and how, mr toilet roll dispenser, did we get here?

i sit in the stalls
head against the toilet roll dispenser:
why do people use me and you just to wipe away the shit from their lives? 
and how, mr toilet roll dispenser, did we get here?

i start talking to the urinal
because he’s upset too
and because nobody’s cleaning us
and our eyes are bloodshot with disgust
why do people just piss all over us
and how, mr urinal, did we get here?

i have nightmares that crawl across my forehead
screaming,
and i lie here
at 7 in the morning
covered in my own spit.

  i’m just a turn of the tap away, for you. 

    washing away the guts of everybody else’s mess from my sore skin

me and the sinks are yellow
and girls are asking us if we’re okay
and although we’re vomiting all this toilet water into our hands
we want to know if they’re okay
now the sinks are orange

i sit in the stalls
head against the toilet roll dispenser:
why are we so nameless, and why are we this way?
and how, mr toilet roll dispenser, did we get here?

i am a poorly little bathroom
go ahead and wash your hands in me.

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