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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It’s No Fun Going To The Toilet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it’s no fun, dearest friends, <br>going to the toilet <br>with your entrails full<br>and at zero hour<br>and rushing to the toilet<br>and finding every cubicle shut in your face<br>and you run to the next<br>and there are grunting pigs<br>behind closed doors<br>and you are truly full, <br>and you know you are in big trouble<br>and there is not even a discreet bush corner<br>in the god-forsaken damned city; <br>and you are walking up and down outside the doors<br>like an irate Principal at a school assembly; <br>it’s really no fun<br>putting yourself through such agony<br>to put yourself on such public display<br>going to public toilets<br>when you could have cleared all <br>and achieved dignity <br>with proper timing<br>and good though boring habits</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it’s no fun, really -<br>dearest friends, <br>hastening to the toilet <br>when your pipe is nearly at bursting point<br>and you rush in to the toilet<br>and though lucky enough <br>to find an enclosure<br>it’s really no fun, is it? -<br>all that hurry and urgency<br>at near bursting point<br>as you pow-wow before the toilet bowl<br>and your buckle is stubborn<br>and you plead to your private self: <br>O no, no…don’t burst…not yet…<br>and your damned zip gets stuck just then<br>and you continue your war dance <br>and you plead to your intimate self: <br> O no, no…don’t burst…not yet…not yet, please; <br>please don’t do this to me-self –<br>and just then the zip comes asunder <br>and you pull it down like thunder<br>and oh, what a relief, no doubt – <br>but it certainly was no fun<br>going there to the toilet at near-breaking point; <br>and how are you going to face the world<br>with your zip burst <br>and your buckle broken and hanging over now? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">oh, so, dearest friends, <br>trust me <br>(no wisecracks here, please) <br>oh all you children of the earth<br>all infants and old <br>and the genteel and the virile<br>and the incontinent <br>and the humble and those with golden toilet bowls –<br>it’s never fun to rush in to the toilet <br>at near breaking or bursting point; <br>and though good routine <br>and roughage may never be fun either <br>it’s safer than trusting in City Councils that <br>do not plan for citizens at bursting point…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Raj+Arumugam">Raj Arumugam</a><div class=q>
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going to the toilet 
with your entrails full
and at zero hour
and rushing to the toilet
and finding every cubicle shut in your face
and you run to the next
and there are grunting pigs
behind closed doors
and you ar..."></div>
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