A Bad Piss

I was holding down on my underwear,

(the elastic top) as I took a piss,

thinking of how my friend in the golf cart

twice had suggested directions.

But I was driving and said naught,

but went my way, ignoring him,

thinking: How lippy thou art,

my friend, when I drive!

Then my grip slipped

and the elastic snapped,

and I pissed all over myself and the place.

It called to mind the war in Iraq.