Fingers wrapped around

A frail pole

Lathered from end to end

In grease

It urges me to fall

Yet my hands struggle

To maintain their tenuous hold

If I am to hold on any longer

I feel as though either

The metal thread will snap

Under my fingers

Or my palms will

Finally lose the grip

That I have fought

So hard

To keep

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