Over the past 24 years I’ve seen a lot of things go down
in the bathrooms. Everything from a skull getting cracked on the commode
because dude kept pissing on the toilet seat, to a dude getting bitch slapped
for yelling at his mom on the phone. Never mind the butt pirates and dick lickers. Oh wait! That type of perversion is not only acceptable, but encouraged in today’s society. Here too!
This prison gives bras, panties, make up, and other female products
to men who want to act like women.
Anyway, tonight I’m in the shower.
Bubba comes walking up to my stall.
He says, ”Say man, why you get in the shower right next to my stuff?”
I say, ”Because no one was here and for all I know, this stuff might’ve been left behind and forgotten about.”
He says, ”That don’t make no damn sense! All these showers in here and you wanna take the one right next to me.”
I repeat myself, ”You weren’t here when I got in.”
”Yeah, but you saw my stuff.”
”I didn’t know it was yours. But now that I know, I’ll move.”
I open the stall door, get out of the shower butt-ass naked, soap all over my sexy body, and move over one.
He wasn’t expecting that! Neither was the few guys who were in there using the sinks. No one said a damn thang. Crickets!
I finished showering then said, ”Have a nice night.” as I exited the bathroom.
Who knows what might’ve happened had I sat there and argued over a shower stall!?
Luckily I caught myself and realized what I was engaging in.
Only a dummy sits and argues with a dummy.
By me getting out right then and there, butt naked, all lathered up with soap,
it made him feel victorious, and perhaps a little foolish, as I immediately resolved his dilemma.
Now I’m in my cell, on a Saturday night, kicking it with Joker,
opposed to sitting in the hole over complete nonsense