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
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