In the bathroom for hours playing games on my Kindle
I refill the toilet paper more than once on its spindle.
Cramping and spasms gurgles and sputtering
My body making noises growling and muttering.
The Crohn’s monsters run amok through my body
Trapping me for hours and hours in the potty.
Lamaze breathing I’ve learned can help quite a bit
It’s been a long time and still here I sit.
Where it all comes from I don’t have a clue
Haven’t eaten enough to make all this poo.
There’s no rhyme or reason and sometimes no warning
It hurts, ruins my day and it’s really is boring.