Clench, Cinch, and Pinch

Hold it in, don’t let it slip,

maintain composure,

just don’t let it rip.

Silence lingers and my stomach howls,

A screeching sound, straight from my bowels.

Not here, not now,

tense and contort,

whatever it takes,

not to blow your horn.

A squeak may emerge beyond your control,

but if you relax, it’ll blow your hole.

Just a little longer and then it will be safe,

to let it fly in the right place.

Hold it in,

just like medicine.

But if for too long, it will sing a loud a song.

Spewing a spurting with its own beat,

coming out fast and leaving some heat.

Squirming and sweating in your seat,

praying the moment will soon fleet.