Running against the wind you find lift
Enjoying the altitude it’s a gift
Soaring the thermals finding the prey
Seeing bikinis my wings turn to clay
Now twenty feet above the black lake
I’m scared and hoping my legs don’t brake
Target is so dam big I couldn’t miss
Pointing toes slice into the abyss
Speed and weight sucked me into the silt
Up over my knees I started to wilt
Begging the two girls please come and help
Sinking deeper now tied in the kelp
Looking down now from the pearly gate
The four of us did drown but don’t hate
Suits have no pockets no money this time
Door bell’s broke the phone takes dimes
© 2015 Michael Yost 06/06
Michael's Lair 
Needed a bit more lift…less bikinis maybe. 🙂 Oh well, you made it to the Pearly Gates. Cool one, Michael, love those last two lines.
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Never did like one pieces unless they were net in the right places….but you see what it got meeeee….
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