A poem that grew in my mind, on a morning that my brain decided to plant something silly. I should pick these flowers more often. // Morning Bladder

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

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