Bathroom Native

Right as you walk in
You spot him
A noble bust upon a hallowed
Plastic Cabinet, guarding the loo.

The weathered face holds such
Silent secrets, and you wonder
What brought him to the john.

Eyes that belong to chanting counsels
Settle and his wise grim face
Focuses on a 5c towel sign
That fascinates no other.

His company is fair enough
And visitors are many, no doubt.
And when he is lonesome, there is a window
Shrouded in curtains, lost to forward eyes.

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