Restroom poetry (poetry)

The following are poems found inscribed in public restrooms (fill in the blanks using your imagination):

Here I lie in stinky vapor, Because some bastard stole the toilet paper, Shall I lie, or shall I linger, Or shall I be forced to use my finger. 

Here I sit Broken hearted Tried to **** But only farted Here I sit What a caper I have to **** But I'm out of paper You're lucky You had your chance I tried to fart, And **** my pants!

Some people come here to take a ****, I came here to leave one. Some come here to sit and think, Some come here to **** and stink, But I come here to scratch my balls, And read the bull**** on the walls... 

Here I sit, I'm at a loss trying to **** out taco sauce. When it comes, I hope and pray, I don't blow my ass away 

(Written high upon the wall):

      If you can piss above this line, the Hillsboro Fire Department wants you. 

 

(Seen above a urinal):

      Please do not throw cigarette butts in our urinal. We don't piss in your ashtrays! 

 

(Scratched into the paint of the condom-dispensing machine):

      "Don't buy this gum, it tastes like rubber." 

(Under a sign that said: "Employees Must Wash Hands"):

     I waited and waited, but I finally washed them myself.