I went to the market just the other day
To get some toilet paper in a desperate way
I grabbed a roll an took a poll
“Is it used up for you in a day or so?”
A man in the checkout line smiled and said:
You one silly faggot right outta your head!
I use it scented, I use it mean.
I’m all wiped up like a clean machine!
So I went on home with that in mind
and unrolled a scroll before Suppertime.
Image and poem (c) Rob Goldstein January 1986 All Rights reserved