There is something in me
Of that I am very sure
I’ve caught a bug of passion
That probably has no cure
I know what I must undertake
For my task is clearly set
I won’t be able to live with myself
If my goal isn’t fully met
I am sweating and trembling
Not heeding when others speak
Of the familiar scent of victory
I will soon start to reek.
I will run through the corridors
People onlooking with glee
I could swear I’m the best sight
That any of them will ever see
Very soon I will be happy
At least that’s what I posit
When I return from the bathroom
Having made a huge deposit
Everything but Nothing 