W.C.

Me and my office belongings have been relegated to the officer’s men’s room as a result of the new unit standing up and the lack-o-real estate for the new full time manning it has presented. In one stall there are my boxes and duffle bags and in the other a urinal. Sweet. Silver lining: I don’t have to walk to the other side of the building to urinate. Then again no else either. They don’t come to see me, they come to pee. Hey that kinda rhymes. If only poetry paid the bills.