Busy in a Burger King Bathroom

Busy in a Burger King Bathroom

Not enough hours in the day.
I tell myself
While restocking toilet paper
So much to do
So little time
Sweeping
Mopping
Air Freshener Re-Freshening
I am only one man.
Though I toil day in and day out
Paper towels cannot stack themselves .
When Nature calls
Nature does not shape the urinal cakes
Into aesthetically pleasing spheroids.
I do.
My watch tells me I should already be
Soap dispenser respenseing
But the hole in the drywall
Demands my attention dammit.
Whose hooliganism is responsible for this?
I suspect Eddie
Of the stall door fame.
Graffiti being the gateway drug and
Wall-Punching the Heroin
Of restroom vandalism.
No time for blame
The soap needs me.
After that there is the
Wiping
The scrubbing
The mirror needs a squeegee
Who am I kidding
The whole effing room needs a squeegee.
The trash can is bagless.
Who is stealing the trash bags?
Eddie.
Must push mysterious puddle
Toward floor drain.
Read the sign
I scream at the elderly gentleman in a windbreaker
Come back later
Can't you see
I'm busy.