To pee or not to pee, that is the question.
Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer
The stink and squalor of outageous restrooms
Or to hold it in as best we can until
We make it home to where it's warm and clean.
Pee now -- and by this pee to say we end
The groin-ache, and the thousand bladder pains
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To pee, to rest --
To rest -- to wash our hands: ay, there's the rub,
For in this dirty restroom lacking soap,
Where water's but a trickle, and is cold,
Who would not pause?. There's the respect
That makes calamity of peeing now,
And thus the native hue or urination
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
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