This is what Charlotte writes.

03.26.08

I really, really, really have to pee.
I drink way too much soda pop
and I really ought to finally stop
I hope that you’ll agree with me.

As far as I can see,
There’s not much better than an ice-cold Coke
especially when you’re nearly broke.
Damn, that’s good, golly gee.

Gosh, I really wish that I could go
But instead I sit here, I must write.
A gentle breeze begins to blow
the toilet flush is filled with spite.
I’ll never drink again– no mo’!
But now I hold it in with all my might.