Incommodious Em BareSing Accident

While out and about

an unexpected over bare ring bout

to defecate arose,

where sphincter asserted clout

and would excrete

despite without doubt...

 

if closing distance

(to reach rental abode)

beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle

transmitting excretory code
 

set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded,

and wooded make shift commode

and essentially for naught negating

toddler toilet training, sans

getting potty trained undone

via my tushy ready to explode

and blast immense solid waste byproduct

(oh...close to the size of Rhode Island)
 

thus a marathon race against time

found immediate readiness to pull off roadside

to access make shift water closet

generating image firmly in pooping mode


grabbing hold of a tree trunk

(a mini rocky horror picture show, -

this analogy included for no particular reason

other than as a non-sequitur)
 

and also to convey, how I tried

to allay distractions

while painful contractions flowed

(perhaps approximating woman

on verge of giving birth)

but...no matter, aye could envision,

an ever increasing heavy m*****f****** load

hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments
 

this chap abandoned

prior simultaneous evacuation plan

starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk

(nonetheless, thy darting darting


anguish, futile lizard like lookout,

a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush

even for a measly Georgian bush

quickened nsync with rectal spasms
 

visual scouting industrialized

where backhoes didst crush

once a time sacred happy hunting grounds

of native Americans, now royally flush

 

with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush,

where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush

puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush

a doo doo about nothing) except sprint

ting to the verizon with a void push

immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush

peopling infrastructure affixing

urbanization with lamb basted,

and sigh lance warrior whoosh!