A mouthful of dirt and a foul smell in the air.
Awaking under the hot sun, the only other awake is the dog,
He keeps at bay. His nose vacuums,
That wretched odor escaping from your pants lingers.
Quickly checking your belonging you discover it,
A warm reminder of that bottle broken beneath
The friend, shirtless and snoring, lying next to the cooler.
Each step, wide legged and slow. No bathroom
Will be able to save you now.
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