The Battle at the Sink

Ever notice how the urge to take a piss hits hardest right when you start washing the dishes?

The Battle at the Sink
By Drakovi Bloodrose

The sink is full, and so am I,
But the dishes can’t wait, and neither can I.
Warm water flows, soap bubbles rise,
And suddenly, my bladder starts to cry.

Plate after plate, I scrub with care,
But the pressure below is hard to bear.
The sponge squeaks loud, the faucet streams,
All a cruel reminder of my bursting seams.

The pots are sticky, the forks are grim,
My focus wavers, my chances slim.
Will I make it? Can I last?
This battle feels like it’ll never pass.

With the last dish done, I toss the sponge,
And bolt away in a desperate lunge.
Relief at last, the struggle is through—
The sink is clean, and so am I too.

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