The Drunken Rope The dull youth's hands encircle the rope the burden is of no concern to her as she pulls straining every muscle in her pretty back She smiles and giggles when the weight refuses to budge she pulls and rests then pulls once more I bring her water and food because she must keep pulling I couldn't stand it if she simply walked away but that is the only intelligent move I couldn't stand it to be left here alone like a seed of grass alone on the asphalt with no place to grow