Tug o’ War
When this feeling strikes nothing is harder to fight,
It's like you've been struck in the gut with a rusty rough spike,
The agony and pain is unbearable to sustain,
You crumble under the pressure,
Not unlike what an earthquake does to terrain,
You may grind your teeth and your knees may get weak,
You need every ounce of willpower to not meet defeat,
You summon all strength from depths of your soul,
Because in any second there may be fire in the hole,
With each second that passes your fate becomes more and more lucid,
The gases are fuming and the air is polluted,
Deep concentration is tough while holding your breath,
But you are prepared to take this fight to the death,
You give yourself a pep talk, "C'mon you're a fighter!"
Once the objective is complete you will feel much lighter,
And then all of a sudden,
To your relief and amusement,
Free at last
You have made a bowel movement.
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I have been writing poetry since elementary school. This is the first poem I have written in six years and it is an honor to have it published. I have aspirations to become a comedian and writer. Thank you for reading my poem. I hope it put a smile on your face.