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Nov 2016
I can't think straight
my nerves are shot
Rational thought
is out the door
I try and sit to calm
myself to no avail
My leg bounces like
a child waiting for Santa
I tense my body and
squeeze every internal
***** still to no avail
Time is of the essence
as I'm about to explode
Will I make it... will I
the clock is ticking and
my forehead is sweating
I grind my teeth and almost
bite off my floating tongue
Do I pull over and water
a random tree or bush?
Can I make it, like playing
chicken with your car
on E and calculating the
distance to the station
I see home and precious
seconds are minimal
Exiting the car, I move
quickly like I have a
proverbial stick inside
I smash open the door
with my zipper already
dropped for convenience
Underwear is not... is not
cooperating, ok got it
... YEEEEES  AHHHHH !
We've all been there and
you can relate to this one
Ok... I can think now.  LOL
LOL... I needed a good laugh and hopefully it amused you as well.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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