I have a mild urge, to urinate,
No restrooms in sight, it'll have to wait.
I'm firmly in control, calling the shots,
But the experimenter, made me drink a lots.
The urge has become moderate, pressure building up,
Have to control my impulses, can't leave in a huff.
The impulse control spreads, to other self-control domains,
I give up a small treat now, so tomorrow's luncheon remains.
The urge is now urgent, I have to bladder void,
Experiments like this, in the future, I'll avoid.
I'm almost like a drunkard, deprived of sleep,
Can't think through straight, or my attention keep.
The urge is fulfilled, now I no longer need to pee,
This research got an IgNobel, not everything's about me.
PS: This poem was inspired by the research that got awarded the IgNobel prize for Medicine in 2011.
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