I Didn’t Make it

Frantic running to a filled up stall.
I gotta go now to answer the call.
Doubling over in pain up against the wall.
Gonna shit myself waiting here in the hall.
Ladies room is empty, but I’m hairy, manly, and tall.
Too late I’ve shit myself, I hope the stain is small.


By Guest Pooet, Fartimus Rhyme

Pure Pooetry

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