Exegesis

If I really meant it,
I'd embrace a dead pet,
or enter into a bet
that I could be hung high
from a telephone wire
with no poor boy's pile
of books underfoot,
no stack of yoga mats
or foam-core cushion pads
to lessen the pressure of the phone chord
choking my neck.



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Avram Wolf, John Douglas Mcdiarmid
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