“IF YOU EVER WANT TO SWING”

The difference between me
and a tire swing
is that the tire can handle
more than one ass
per ride.
I, on the other hand,
may drive one dizzy
from many more
than just one
centered, stationary
position.
And although we both may smell
of rubber
whilst in operation,
I like to think
the stiff prickle of my beard
is preferable
to the limp tickle of tire tread.

One more thing:
There is no wait in line
for me
and there is no need
to take turns;
I do all the pushing.

narrative poem written on 12-29-2012 by: on mattkane.com
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