Janitor's Lament

Diarrhea splatters quite a bit; how I dread to even see it! I hate to scrub it off the walls of public bathroom stalls. It's such a chore when there's filth on the floor. I'd rather fling the feces of another species. Drying barf is on the sink; I can barely stand the stink. I hate to scrape off masticated food. How did I ever get so screwed? Serving pigs would be better than cleaning after homo sapiens. Forever grim, I muck the stalls of laboratory animals.