Sot Trot

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

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http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/poetry-potluck-void-loneliness-and.html

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16 responses to “Sot Trot

  1. Thanks for the welcomed Laugh! You are so clever!

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  2. Lol – you know, I never would’ve thought about this but it’s true!

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  3. 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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  4. 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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  5. very sense making,
    lovely delivery.

    Happy Father’s Day.
    your poetry rocks.

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  6. Well I’ll be sure and keep that in mind if the opportunity should ever present itself!
    Ha! 🙂

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  7. 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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