diarrhea poem

diarrhea about to flow, but you don't know where to go.
you're at the theater, sitting in the last row.
you move out of your seat, stepping on some feet.
almost at the exit, your journey is nearly complete.
the men's restroom is off in the distance.
you keep on running, moving with persistence.
just as you grab the handle to the door,
you hear a big fart--and you poop onto the floor.