Donald Justice - Unflushed Urinals lyrics

(lines written in the Omaha bus station) Seeing them, I recognize the contempt Some men have for themselves This man, for instance, zipping quickly up, head turned Like a bystander innocent of his own piss And here comes one to repair himself at the mirror Patting down damp, sparse hairs, suspiciously still black Poor bantam co*k of a man, jaunty at one a.m., perfumed, undiscourageable... O the saintly forbearance of these mirrors! The acceptingness of the washbowls, in which we absolve ourselves!