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If I Were A Ketchup Bottle

hanging
from a string
from a tree
upside-down
chubby squirrel
with impeccable balance
on my bottom
jumping up and down
his friend pushes
swing and lightly
tap
a 
bough
Oh to be empty!  Why is there no exit?
Shall my contents coagulate and be still forever?
Where is the relief from this internal pressure?
a squirrel shoves
swing and
tap
a
bough