On my desk there is a bottle.
A gallon of water
Drink it fast,
And people judge your devotion
Drink it slow,
Not so much
What is 5 trips to the bathroom this hour?
Don't judge, I drank lots.
Yesterday, I drank it slowly.
No one said a thing.
One more stanza after this,
And this poem is done. Brb, bathroom break.
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