I want to address a problem
That so many men have known
But none will speak about it
Face-to-face or even by phone.
It’s the crushing fear we feel
When we’re getting prepped to pee
And someone steps beside us
And starts to take a wee.
In that dreadful moment
Within our bursting loins
The drying force of the Sahara
Erupts amidst our groins.
Whilst mere seconds beforehand
We felt the need to burst
Now we speak gently to ourselves
And pray to avoid the worst.
Dividers help avoid this plague.
Stalls are always best.
As long as bathrooms are in the news
Please heed my implied request!
The Daily Travesty 