the life guard,
blowing his whistle,
yells for you to get off the rope,
and you yell back
but i'm not touching
the rope.
and what's the deal
on that rope anyway.
why can't I hang on the rope.
is it some special
golden string made by the gods,
untouchable by man?
what if I was
drowning, could I grab
the rope then.
he shakes his head,
says nothing and goes
back to talking
to a teenage girl
in a red bikini.
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