Bathroom Poets & Philosophers: It's Time To Come Clean

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Not so long ago, and not so very far away, there was a little restaurant called Blueberry Hill that celebrated the potty poets and philosophers that walk among us. Among the bar's infamous bathroom brain dumps was one scrawling that attained slogan status: "Beer, it's not just for breakfast anymore." Among the local gems about St. Louis original foods and traditions, John L. Oldani's recently released book, "Passing It On: Folklore of St. Louis," includes some exceptional stall wall snippets. Found among the enlightening tidbits left around our city were musings on religion:

"God is not dead. He just couldn't find a parking place in Clayton"

A few bits for political pondering:

"Keep St. Louis green. Throw your trash in East St. Louis."

"A St. Louis criminal lawyer is a redundancy"

And academic affirmations:

"Course syllabus, take one," with an arrow drawn to point at the toilet paper roll in a Wash U bathroom.

"The world is flat, Signed Class of 1491," and written just below, "All the girls in my class are flat, Signed Class of 1987."

The poet and philosopher dwelling inside of us, at least in modern times, emerges when we are answering nature's call - or text message if nature is too busy to talk. You can still see little bits of local wisdom inscribed on the walls at Broadway Oyster Bar and there are small boards and t-shirts to preserve the magic marker musings that once filled the bathroom stalls at Blueberry Hill. Call me a chicken or uninspired; I have never left my mark before leaving the bathroom. Have you ever had the men's or women's room muse strike your fancy? What are your thoughts on potty ponderings?