So, Urine to Haiku

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It is so urgent
I have to pee right away
My spirit, broken

If I can't pee soon
O, my bladder, most dreadful
Will respite yet flow?

My patience is strained
My stomach is contracting
I cannot stand straight

If I cannot pee
What more am I than a slave
Urinary slave

The fluid teeters
The edge is my greatest fear
Unable to flush

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