The hour is late and I am spent

What in the hell is this awful scent

The feeling of urgency

This might be an emergency

I run like there is no tomorrow

The fastest route I follow

A door, right in front of me

For sure, reliefe is guaranteed

I sling the door open and sit

Finally, I can take a shit

But alas, an imminent issue

I can’t wipe my ass

Damn it, there is no tissue