To pee or not to pee, one hell of a question

To pee, or not to pee, that is the question:
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The sting of an overinflated bladder,
Or to relieve the pressure of the golden fluid.
In such dilemma a solution is to be sought
A composting latrine comes as a  thought
But alas, in haste the latrine is constructed
And the result, far less than instructed
To put bluntly: it is a real piece of crap
And no one to cheer it with a hand clap
Only little puppies find it a place of solace