Who's In Charge Of The Poo (Written by my bro Amir) #Funny I was looking forward to some time in the loo, Ten minutes alone to produce number two. I sat there relaxed, humming the moments away, My body, it seemed was closed for the day. My mind insisted that I wait a little longer, Forcing muscular contractions much deeper and stronger. I pushed and I heaved, veins appeared on my head, The skin on my face went from light brown to red. My body protesting the choices I make, by stalling the engine and slamming the brake. The burgers the fries, ice cream and cake. This is payback for my mistake. I almost gave up and walked away, Maybe try harder later that day. No! I declared as my determination grew, I am the boss and I'm making poo. My insides respond by turning food into glue, Literally stuffed, what do I do? Who is in charge when mind and body disagree, And where the fuck does that leave me? Am i just a passenger? Is free will an illusion? Are reflex actions disguised as solutions? And while my mind and body argue about who's in control, Who will remind them that I still need to go?