For Firebird's 'Free for all' Poetry Contest"
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I think no stimulus could be as potent as the one to pee. A feeling frequent and innate is this - the urge to urinate. It comes each day to everyone at work, at play, or on the run. It comes sometimes as home you drive, and soon you're hoping to survive the bursting of your inner dam while sitting in a traffic jam. Then down the street you drive distressed with thighs together tightly pressed. You wish so badly it would cease and then you pray for sweet release. And as you drive, you ache and ache and curse that drink you had to take. You want to speed, but big surprise - a cop's behind you. Squeeze those thighs to keep inside what wants to flow! You do not dare to let it go. Few impulses can so compare. Oh, how you'd love a diaper there! Then home at last, you do a dance. You run while pulling down your pants. And horror, if when once inside, you find the bathroom occupied! WEll, just be glad it's mountain dew you're holding in, not number two!
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