At the Matinee

Here I sit

Deep purple walls

Surround

My white porcelain

Throne

Where hundreds of

Overfilled bladders

Emptied

Between movies



And hundreds

Of Unique fingerprints

Mark the wall

Just above the paper

A small spot

Looks suspiciously

Like Snot



The occupant to the right

Should have cut back

On the bran

Or maybe given some

To the lady

Grunting fierce

On my left



On the door

At eye level

A sticker

"I'm famous in Japan"

And in fine print

At the bottom

Where I have to squint

To read it

"Made in China"