Tijuana Toilet Trips

I visited Tijuana

With some high school friends of mine

In order to take the Gospel

To the poor, the meek, the blind.

 

Of course, we couldn't drink

From TJ's water source;

Nor could we eat its food--

The quality was too poor.

 

We were walking through the town,

Viewing poor shacks built on tires.

'Twasn't long 'til we were bound

To let our bladders retire.

 

We didn't know much Spanish

As we headed for the rest rooms.

Our hopes had all but vanished

And given up to doom.

 

At that point, though,

We didn't really care.

We all had to go so bad,

We used both rest rooms there.