Whatever cause affects one’s need
When going is a must
There’s nothing worse
than the lockdown curse
When either way one might combust
Shops are frantic for our custom
But with shopping speeds and queues
Those natural aches for natural breaks
Leaves one wildly seeking loos
Anyone may get caught out
In that desperation time
So when there is nowhere to go
A locked-up privy is a crime
Those closet locking deviants
Who like to limit where we go
Fully understand the pain sustained
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