Railroad Restroom

standing 

in the restroom 

of a stopping and starting 

new jersey transit train 

or what they might consider a restroom 

in the trade 

a filthy, smelly, corroded

metal box 

infrequently-serviced 

with a few scraps of toilet paper 

hanging from one broken metal holder 

anyway 

I’m standing there 

doing what I need to do 

thankful 

that there’s actually a place to do it 

when 

the train lurches forward 

and throws me back 

several feet 

then it screeches to a halt 

and hurls me forward 

into a wall 

now 

I’m feeling pissed 

no pun intended 

but I digress 

and there’s a bit of a mess 

but 

I’m glad at least 

that I didn’t 

break my neck 

or pee on my pant leg 

while being tossed around 

but 

how is any of this my fault? 

those drops on the floor 

are they really my fault? 

after all of that thrashing 

and banging 

I’m lucky to still have my balls 

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