Wednesday afternoon, soon I hope this week to cease
I creep in the bathroom, check to see if anyone is there
I get the all clear, sit down, and out comes the loud gust of air
I've been waiting so long
But letting it out in my office would have been so wrong
I'm a little lighter now
I no longer feel of a cow
But as thoughts of my desk rest back in my mind
My stomach, again, is back in a bind
I sit for a minute and hear someone walk in the door
I should leave now, I know, to maintain some rapport
As I get up to go I can't control what's to come
A little noise sneaks from my bum
I can feel the cheeks get red and hot
Damnit, Laura, you just got caught.

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