One Hand On My Britches

One hand on my britches keeps them from falling down One hand on my cane, which keeps me off the ground I know a solution must be found, I can’t decide just what kind I’ve been analyzing the situation; but it rather puzzles my mind Could be gravity tugging on them that has them in such a rush Or is it my belly hanging out there that has given them a push Now I know I was looking for something; I guess I’ll just look around I am hoping that I will know it whenever it is found I believe that I was headed out for somewhere But must find my jacket; nothing else fit to wear I certainly have my hands full, as anyone can see I know that I have to get going; but damn, now I have to pee