Panchos palace of pleasure

Panchos is located near
admiral and memorial
it is a buffet
I once had to much
whiskey and beer and such
then over ate
there with my family
before we could go
home we had to go
to walmart
cold sweats broke out
near the yogart
the potty was at the front
of the store
I told my mom I needed
to poo poo real bad
she told me
"There is a towel in the back
of the trunk in case you don't make
it."
she has me marked as a failure
I didn't fail completely.
the cramps in my lower bowels
were viscious and made my thighs
tremble
the trek to the toilet
I can equate to that of
the Batan death march
I somehow made it
The luxury handicap stall was
wide open.
I sat down spraying the back part of
the toilet with the previous nights
poisons and a little
pressure from ole
panchos frijoles
nothing on my clothes I thought
as the stomach spasms continued
to spurt streams of vile smelling
liquid and the occasional soft fecal particle
then the electric sensor started
to malfunction and the toilet began flushing repeatidly except the water
was rising in the wrong direction
I jumped up just as the brown water began to spill over the bowl
the toilet paper was on an island encompased in a sea of shit
my back side was ultra glazed
I was groaning curse words and then
pulled up my britches and went out to
get the towel ready for the thirty minute
ride home
my little sister and mom
were gagging even with the windows
rolled down
I sat in the back
seat stoically telling
myself this builds
character