Single User Restroom Blues

Call it Mount Poopmore, call it the blast furnace.

A half a dozen would-be poopers wait outside in earnest.

Will it be pungent? Will it be too foul?

Will the automatic glade plug in throw in the towel?

Will this nightmare end with fizzle rather than a boom?

Nobody knows, but to be safe, it’s better that only I have the room.