A Janitor’s Plight

The poop goes down and the smell comes up.

A courtesy flush simply won’t be enough.

To rid the stall of this gross offense.

A poop that I find indescribably intense.

It’s like my colon’s been cleaned by a white picket fence.

And left sunken a treasure so brown and so dense.

To the proprietor of this bathroom, there is no recompense.

Lock the door, man, and use some common sense.

For no human should bear these restroom events.