10 minutes is a VERY long time !


Bursting !

Just popping out,
going down the shops.
"d'you want anything?
some alcho' pops?"
I've had a few.
I'll leave the car,
a ten minute walk,
it's not thtat far.
Booze in basket
join the queue,
it's just my luck
stuck behind you.
Eventually,
I get served.
Agitated and
unnerved.
I realy think
I need to pee.
A daunting walk
in front of me.
So up the high street
with no loo's.
I realy feel
the piss head blues.
Now walking faster
I can feel,
the urgency
within my heel.
The bursting bladders
guts are wrenched.
A puckered face
and buttocks clenched.
Now every feeling
is now tossed.
In wishing that
my legs were crossed.
I strive to make it
back in time.
To piss in public
is a crime.
A fumbled key
into a lock.
Oh, Please. Oh please,
control my cock.
Relief. Relief
My brain does think.
Whilst smiling at
the bathroom sink.




Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-12-01 at 21:44

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alison sunderland
great description of dying for a piss. this is the sort of thing im looking for on poetbay! bravo!! al.
2006-12-05