I think I can hold it, I think I’ll be alright.
Stomach is gurgling, still gotta fight.
Speed around the corner, and maybe a block or two.
Legs practically crossed, gotta make it through.
Why didn’t I think to go, back when I was at work.
I already knew I had to, but the boss was being a jerk.
I thought I’d be fine, making it home in plenty of time.
Each place passed on the way, would make a nice scene of the crime.
Now practically in tears, as I HOPE that’s a shiver going down my leg.
Whispering that I can make the toilet, practically at a beg.
Ignition off and out the door, through the house waddling I go.
Thinking about one more step, please don’t let it flow.
Reaching the bathroom at last, I let out a sigh.
Oops, I got a bit too relaxed, I think I’m gonna cry.
I know what you’re thinking, about the crap you read.
But we’ve all been close to this moment, even if it’s never been said.
However, if you managed to avoid this, I offer this warning to you.
It’s not worth the risk, holding it with whatever you do.
Thanks for reading.