What Has He Been Eating

This is a different form of art to the pictorial masterpieces usually featured here at dressingroomwalls. It is poetry; the eloquent domain of Keats and Kipling. If this poet had been in Britain (and not San Fransisco- where I found it) surely the Queen herself, after relieving herself in the bathroom where it adorns the door, would have instantly scooped him up for her new poet laureate.



If it is difficult to read directly from the photograph I shall transcribe:

Here I shit,
Broken hearted,
tried to shit,
and only
shitted out
blood and worms.

Just out of camera shot the poem was accredited to Ed Sullivan. Excellent work Ed.