The Battle

Push and strain.
Clothes sweat stained.
Coming and going, what a tease.
Shouldn't have eaten that extra cheese.

Brow is beaded.
Reason receded.
You're at war.
Gotta settle the score.

Breath is ragged.
This thing feels jagged.
Force required.
Body is mired.

At long last,
the thing is passed.
So ends the rush.
Now stand up and flush.