On a night so dark and dreary,
whenI was feeling weary,
I needed someplace cheery,
and this restroom lurked so near-y.
So I skulked inside,
then I gasped! I cried!
Because I had spied,
in the mirror’s shiny side
an image not of me, but Hyde!
For I had become angry-
I had turned irate-
the wall held no words of 4 letters,
instead it was covered in slate!
Worse, no chalk I could find,
for me to speak my mind,
about this unspeakable crime!
I’ve never been so malcontent!
My rage would not relent.
I felt as powerless at the 99%!
I could only sit, bored, as I went,
with nothing to read but upcoming events.