I rise up the flagpole pulling myself as I go
I get to the top and tying off with a knot so
Swaying in the breeze I notice how small people are
No matter whom they are, just a person or a star
The longer I stay the rope stretches the knot
And the bladder bulges as it does with a sot
I guess if there’s a moral that it’s just this
Before going up a flagpole you had better take a piss
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/poetry-potluck-void-loneliness-and.html
Michael's Lair 
Thanks for the welcomed Laugh! You are so clever!
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Every once in a while I come up with something. She is a real person though…
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Lol – you know, I never would’ve thought about this but it’s true!
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You never know what you can get with a drunk and a flagpole. lol
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🙂
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Smiles is as smiles does.. and that’s all I got to say about that.. Bigger smile!
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Too funny! You caught me completely off guard, and that’s not easy to do! This definitely qualifies as sorrow. Up a flagpole and nowhere to go!
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Just down I’m afraid. He couldn’t get down fast enough. lol
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Yes a good laugh…and I like to climb trees or hike in the canyons but never been up a flag pole. sweet.
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This was done by a 98 pound guy on a bet.
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very sense making,
lovely delivery.
Happy Father’s Day.
your poetry rocks.
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You are always there for us, Thanks again.
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Well I’ll be sure and keep that in mind if the opportunity should ever present itself!
Ha! 🙂
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And I wanna watch! you climb that is.. smiles
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Oh my lol I hope not to have such an opportunity I am scared of heights 😛
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I am too. I currently live on the 4th floor of an apt building and the railing between me and the ground seems to be getting shorter when ever I get too close.
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