I have a silent UTI
My bladder’s sick but I deny
I sat down on a wall I cried
I sobbed and wept and then I dried
My tears all full of stress hormones
Ran away and wet the phone
I maybe am incontinent
My self esteem had not got dents
If I’m wet then I’ll be shunned
I don’t care,I ‘ll be a nun
I’ll take a vow of poverty
And give it to O’Doherty
