068. I won't hang.

i dont know how monkeys do it.
they must have some real strong arms...
to hang.
monkeys just swing all day with no real rhyme or way
they just sway back and forth
like a swing on a front porch.
and that does it too!
how does it do..all that?
swinging up to back
with pressures from behinds and heavy people all the time;
numerous people all relying on that bench
it must clench every screw in its dimention
to pay attention to holding together for these people.
what drive, what determination a porch swing has...
to hang.
an ornament is good too
with its thin piece of string merely to sling
over a tree branch.
it holds on for only a month but thats more than ive got.
id say i just forgot and then drop.
how forgiving an ornament can be all happy and care free just...
to hang.
a necklace rests in peace upon a chest not afraid to touch the heart.
it never has a place to start
merely because the chain knows it will not end
so it pretends to be everlasting.
shiny and bold ready to show the world what it has to offer
and never come off her...or him
or them.
a necklace is too precocious to be afraid...
to hang.
i could hang. if i wanted, i could hang.
its not like im even feeling ready to fly
im barely scraping the sky
even if i was i have no problems with heights so i dont know why...
im not willing to hang.
swing on.
sway on.
hold on.
i wont hang.













bout to grab fiiire for this one.