You strop my anger, especially
when I find you in restaurant or bar
and pay for the same liquid, coming and going.
In bus depots and airports and turnpike plazas
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Oh my goodness! I had forgotten all about these! This poem just brought the memory back! I do remember now when I was a kid that you had to pay a dime to use the public toilet in most places!
Hurtful to people who give their widow's mites of physical strength to society and churches. Not a gift to me.