In the morning, my bladder
Is the only thing that matters
When awoken by the sun
To the restroom I run
It even haunts my dreams
With waterfalls and streams
So when night has ceased
I don’t hesitate to release
No food when I first wake
Not bacon, not eggs, nor pancakes
Not juice, not milk, nor hot coffee
But just a quiet place for me to pee
SWD 12/2016
