Dangling in the dark, with the tube bent,
I'm angling off the mark; off the tube went
And waterfalled the walls with what was once beer.
My urine flies, and all it's on.

Turning on the light I should do, 'cause
To try it in the night, means a slough, 'cause
Can't aim. . .result looks like humid weather,
Damp'ning in the dark.

Now there's growing mold.
Someone's gonna scold.
At least it wasn't dung.

Now it's farting time
Air that's not sublime
Near done; glad not here's hon.

Turning off the light I now do, 'cause
The tide is up a mite in the slough. Was
I wrong to use that new diuretic,
Dangling in the dark?