Constipated Girl Blues Poem by GK Talabi

She hasn't eaten this morning
Her stomach is churning
She wants something to put her at ease
A fruit or vegetable like sweet peas
Something light it has to be
Yesterday's indulgence is still in her belly

Her doctor tells her its constipation
Too much food causes indigestion
This leads to intense flatulence
But she is too keen on over indulgence
And breaks wind here, there, everywhere
That foul smell fills the air.

Laxatives are her compagnon de voyage
A sort of trade mark or badge
She takes them morning, noon and night
Hoping they would put her bowels right
Its now part of her lifestyle
An addiction that's been going for a while

This is the blues of the constipated girl
Her bowel is doing the twirl whirl
On the toilet she sits
'Oh dear, oh dear! ' she spits
'How I wish I could pass some shit,
And not just a little bit'

This is the blues of the constipated girl
I still have more to tell
On the toilet she sat and waited
Anticipated, frustrated because she is constipated
And wondering if her laxatives are outdated

This is the blues of the constipated girl
Her intestines are in a curl
She screams in pain
Going hysterical, almost insane
'What can I do' you hear her shout
'Somebody please help me get this shit out! "