A cockroach couple scurry before me

Whilst I hold in my scream.

And with immense presence of mind

Tiptoe past them towards my intended destination.

Wrinkling my nose at the stench

Which pervades every pore of mine,

I grimace and try really hard

To not retch or behave unwomanly.

Standing amidst the scourge and germs,

Not daring to squat a bit,

I relieve myself in a public toilet.

Luxuriously built with four fortified walls-

Stained blue and white, occasional water,

Oh, and also, luckily, some electricity.

Cleanliness is not even an option

We are privileged we can vote,

Have an opinion, or even speak.

Being able to urinate when needed,

Somewhat safely, in a public toilet,

Is a blessing bestowed on us,

Nevermind the countless diseases and infections,

That afflict and ruin our health.

Notwithstanding this delay, I hurry along.

To choose the leader of tomorrow,

He has promised us proper hygiene,

It is election day, you see,

I have to face further filth.

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