Why not a poem to describe my latest bathroom experience?

I was out having dinner
With a really good friend
And stopped in the bathroom
And then at the end

While eyeing my brows
And perfecting my hair
And drying my hands
With some nice, warmish air

The door opened
And I saw a woman’s shocked face.
“Don’t worry,” I told her,
“You’re in the right place.”

And then she relaxed
And went in to pee
And I couldn’t help laughing!
Folks who look like me--

Aren’t common in restaurants
Or boardrooms, or stores
Or suburbs, red states,
Or behind bathroom doors.

In some urban enclaves
(And more so in rural)
Us butchier folks
Are not usually plural.

So stand tall, dear butches
And be proud and plucky--
When anyone sees you,
They’re awfully lucky.