Run, no wait i can't.. so let's stop, no I gotta go..
can't stand around.. gotta keep moving before it ends up on the ground..
my stomach can't take it.. the pain it hurts.. i don't know if I'll make it..
it's hell having the squirts.. i wish I could just fart and fake it.
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Author:
John Lee (
Offline) - Published: June 6th, 2016 18:50
- Comment from author about the poem: I actually wrote this one while on the toilet.
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
Lmfao, I love this. There's so many days that this has happened to me.
Thank you, in glad you enjoyed it. It was happening to me when I wrote it.. lol. Thanks to RedBull
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