public pees

red line 27oct06
a never ending uphill battle is the commute home.
bladder fills, tension growing
as is the need for urine-baby seed sowing
a toilet in the quiet mist is what i seek
public toilets make me weak
in the knees, like packed train bum breeze
could you leave me alone in here please?
tension strikes a hot nasty hammer of urethral release
my soppy pant legs attract unwanted attention
from children and police.
another laundry day needed, 10 days a week
have pity on me, fluid containment failures are not chic
and so i sit here, thighs a stinging
from the drying pee, in all the misery its bringing
a slow walk home, relishing strong drying gales
wondering what it is that separates me from other males
could it be that it is not such a problem with me
but just that they are afraid to be free?
free to pee?
wherever one likes, and wherever one needs?
oh, the joys of public pees.