Mixed Signals

Why is it that this constipated strain.

Nearly causes an embolism at the top of my brain.

Could it be my stomach can't bear the weight.

Of the poop that's come knocking an hour too late.

I may not rise. I might just risk.

Prairie doggin through the night, lest I slip one more disk.

Yes, it's unfortunate, but nature can be a pain.

When she calls and I sputter brown drops of rain.

Break out the bleach, your very best brand.

Because I just turned my boxers the color of wet sand.