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A look of horror on my face
and my mouth begins to mumble
I feel my heart begin to race
and my footsteps start to stumble
I slowly get up off my seat
as my face starts turning blue
My life begins to feel off-beat
Forsooth! I need to poo!
I rush into the nearest stall
squirming with unease
My pants and boxers I let fall,
I unclench and release
Amidst a din of gassy sounds
My face begins to glow
With the rhythm of machine gun rounds
I reach a steady flow
I squirm and struggle for many an hour
And time begins to bend
When suddenly, like Hiroshima,
It comes to an explosive end
A rush of joy runs through and through
I keep my head held high
With a solemn face I leave the loo
Exhausted I let out a sigh
But joy gives way to woeful moans
For when I let one rip
A sound I heard that chilled my bones
The soft murmur of a drip.
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