My Dillema

Here I sit here again maybe once or twice a day,
grunting and sweating to my dismay.
Trying so hard to find relief,
but only haunted by a constant grief.
I feel sore and my backaches from stress,
and I look below to find no sign of a mess.
I tried to take a pill to see if it will all pass,
but nothing hell now I would even try eating grass.
My wife tries not to laugh at my the dilemma I got put in,
but she just shyly walks away with a sheepish grin.
I feel like I have no ego left to life my life,
now that my toilet is the salvation of my strife.
I close my eyes and pray this will end,
then finally I passing gas becomes my friend.
I hoping this will send very soon,
for I been on this toilet since yesterday at noon.
Then I feel it ripping out my end,
oh my god can I find relief my friend!!!!
Yes finally a plop in the water, and I have relief at last,
I just hope it don't come out too fast.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004

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