Is it possible she just wanted a friend

Perhaps this is a new bathroom trend

Grab the stall close to another shitter

Some company not for chatter or chitter

Just occasional sounds that say I'm here

No more, no less, certainly not the fear

Of being discussed long after the flush

Pretty sure all this would make her blush

We’ve questioned her stall choice and her diet

Wanted stall twelve, lower bowels start to riot

Farthest from the door was now stall eleven

About to explode, can’t backtrack to seven

Not for friendship at all, this whole stall affair

Just getting our shit together, didn’t care where

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