The New Frozen

The fingers typed slow on the keyboard last night Not a typo to be seen A seat in isolation And I’m feeling quite unclean

My stomachs howling like this swirling storm inside Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried Don’t let it out, don’t do a little pee Be the sprinter you always have to be You squeal, you feel, don’t let it start to flow If you run they will know

Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Run all the way and slam the door I don't care what Irenes going to say Let the cramps rage on The curry never bothered me anyway

Its funny how the distance to the bathroom used to seem so small And the fear of leakage makes me want to stop and crawl It's time to see what these legs can do To test the limits holding on to my poo No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free

Let it go, let it go I am one with the wind and sighs Let it go, let it go Irene nearly saw me cry Here I sit and here I’ll stay Let the storm rage on

My curry flurries through the air into the bowl My head is spiralling in shooting fractals from my soul then one explosion leaves me like an icy blast I'm never going back, I want this blast in the past

Let it go, let it go When I'll rise with the break of dawn Let it go, let it go That perfect meal is gone Here I sit in the light of day Now the storm has gone The curry never bothered me anyway

Jeffrey Reg TM Poetry in Paradise TM #1028534