Stick Man

I’m half asleep

But I’m tapping the beat

With my stick feet

And I sigh.

My stick legs waver

And I sway like a raver

As I savor the flavor

Of the ride.

My legs are adjoined

By the sticks of the loins

With a flip of a coin

I could die.

But just for kicks

I do balancing tricks

Without snapping the sticks

...or I try.

The End

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