Too Cynical
There is too much cynicism in my life to be able to move.
I can’t even go to the bathroom. I have to just hold it.
Forever and ever with no relief in sight, I will hold my bladder.
It would seem impossible, but here I am. Thought I could
maybe get away with being slightly damp, and I was right.
Then I went to the next level and scooted my chair by
shifting my weight back and forth on the seat. I made it
all the way to the bathroom and I felt a blast of optimism.
Lucky for me, I was right there in front of the bathroom.
Amusingly sour. I wonder if the “blast of optimism” should take place right in front of the toilet. But then maybe that’s the point.