A Terse Battle Within

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I could smile no more
Like my centre got sore
That pained and pushed
And left me hushed

I stood, sat and stood again
Noticing the appetite wane
That banquet I sought
But I had worries to sort

The sight of a loo was all
To save my name from fall
My stomach fiercely at war
To break open my door

Grrr grrr grrr
Grrr grrr grrr

My gloated tummy rumbled
Each time like they booed
Hoofing at my contracted anus
I understood that word 'confuse'
Like they chanted
And audibly shouted

'Let us out'
Let us out'

I drooled in pool of sweat
Though beneath the fan to flirt
I was least concerned of her
With bigger worries than her
With fist clecnhed
My heart quenched

Each time I felt the battle lost
For I'd have to turn to dust
Then she said
'I am the maid'
And my heart flew
As I asked to reach the loo