Hey! You! Got any rope?
Mine's getting kinda tight.
Just a short piece will do,
so I can cut some slack for tonight.
I was helping a friend
out of a hole they fell in, you see?
And got caught up in the rope,
but they were free, so they left me.
So, I've been out on this limb
hanging on since that day.
I can't let go or I'll fall
into that hole, I'm afraid.
So, I've been trying not to struggle
or stress. It just makes it hurt worse.
I thought I was almost out once,
but, well, you can see of course.
Pardon my ill humour,
and my crooked grin must be a fright.
I mean you no harm,
I just want to ease this pain tonight.
No rope, huh? No worries.
I got myself here after all.
I can get myself out in time, I think.
If I just let go and fall.
Maybe I can miss the hole,
and land on the grass.
I think I'd rather try and walk away
with a broke leg, or sore ass.
Safe trip and pleasant journey.
No, I'm fine, you can go.
Maybe our paths will cross again.
Who knows?
- Author: M. Mohon ( Offline)
- Published: June 20th, 2018 23:26
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Comments2
Give any one species too much rope and they'll fuck it up
Gon should know, his ancestors were roping Native Americans from day one before they progressed to stealing and roping people from Africa.
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