Spenser palimpsest

One day I carved her name upon the stall
Door, but the janitor painted over it;
So I wrote it on a different wall
But some wise guy drew a giant arrow
With the note, “Nice piece of ass!”
Pointing at her; so I gave up
And thought how dumb it was
To try, since after all we’d both
Eventually die. I thought of tattoo parlors;
Her name inked in a heart or written
In the sky by hired plane. In the end
I hacked out this poem, and throwing in some
Emojis posted to her Facebook wall:
And on her timeline it will always stay.

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