Jenny, Jenny, I've got your number
It opens up this bathroom door
Lost my house, my job, my prospects
Now I can't take a pee no more.
Became a crime just by living
"I'm sorry, bud, don't be sore.
I don't make rules, just enforce them
Only patrons get our code that's for
Our riff-raff blocking bathroom door."
38/100
Yesterday we arrived a meeting with our financial planner, located in my old hometown. I needed to go to the bathroom. I was given a code, “five, four, three, star” to open the men’s room located in the lobby. We were on the 13th floor and this firm owned the whole floor. We passed two security guards to get in the elevator. I’m wondering, “why would you secure a bathroom in that circumstance?” Driving around we noticed many homeless people camping in public spaces. Today I noted the same to our hosts as we toured all the changes. Their response? “Yeah, the police can’t keep up with keeping them out of the parks. ” We wound up at a large brewpub in a building with two other tenants. There was a code to get into the restrooms, located in the hallway. Gotta keep the riff raff out, I guess.
I’m not doing much about it by supporting these businesses, but there isn’t much I can do for this community. When I get back home though …
all the voices in my head 
I live in a sprawling area and I notice that bathroom codes are more common in the city, rather than the suburbs, because of the homeless. When I was in San Francisco a few weeks ago, it’s nearly IMPOSSIBLE to find a bathroom. It’s inconvenient, and sad, really.
Have you ever heard of the musical Urinetown? Your poem reminded me of it. If you like musicals at all, I’d highly recommend it. Also, the homeless problem is another one of those smoke issues you wrote about (after this post, but I just read it). They are the smoke, but the fire is all the ways we are letting people down.
Never heard of Urinetown. If I get a chance….
It’s really funny!!