Find myself reciting poems for English class,
Stream of pee has fallen to the ground,
I'm dampened by the flow of yellow through my jeans
Making heavy spraying sounds.
So I recite my poem for many ears,
I wetted when the teacher called my name.
I couldn’t hold it in, I had to go so bad
Or I would wet myself again
Far beyond control,
When children’s bladders need to drain,
And during “Where the Sidewalk Ends”.
The class is laughing
They’re all pointing while I wallow in
The pee in which I stand.

Find myself reciting poems for English class,
Stream of pee has fallen to the ground,
And dampened by the flow of yellow through my jeans
Making heavy spraying sounds.