Pee Queue Are Us Complex

It seems my fate

To impatiently wait

In a queue

For the loo

At work, every day.  

We have just one bowl

For the whole  

Male population on our floor

Who seem to want to go

Always, at the same time.

The women too

Have just one loo.

But I’d like to complain

About my pain

Of linear proportions, instead.

As it is, one has to deal with daily stress at work.  

And it’s easier to get madder

On a full bladder

Especially when you can’t relieve

Yourself; you begin to believe

That P comes after Q.  

But I have to go, I really do

The line at the loo has come down to

Just a fellow more  

Before that door

And I intend to replace him.

Bye!