Ode to Noises From the Bathroom Stall

O wearied traveler, burden removed from your feet, the feet which I see under yon metal wall as I enter. O rester, who appears to care not that I have entered this common space, I formulate one thought, one response, as I hear your vocal accompaniment to the joyous strains for which this respiteful room has been constructed:

Dude, seriously, I think you're trying way too hard.