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Pooetry

Socially Awkward

I had to rush to the loo…
Because something monstrous began to brew.

I could feel it churn from deep within…
Like a tumble dryer on the spin.

Clenching was needed out of fear…
Of an early dismissal from my rear.

I made it to the outer room…
But a woman was there which signalled my doom.

Could I hold it and conversate?
Or would this woman seal my fate?

I sidestepped left and said hello…
Then ran on through and let it go.

Pure Pooetry

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