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Risk Assessment
Your trip
hazard sits there waiting for me
you've made
sure it will get me this time I see
resting in
secret, hidden in plain sight
I'm going to
tumble right over it tonight
Have a safe
trip I hear irony say
as I lurch
forward and the air gives way
allowing me to
fall down as though dropped dead
and I find
myself lying awake in your bed.
Then at last
you pull your hazard tape out
and set to work
before I show any doubt
You bind me
there to be your slave
excitement and
fear wash through my body in waves
You get the
safety gear out, my PPE
and then you
set to work coupling you to me
The fitting is
tight, you rattle it in
pulling and
rubbing my tightly sheathed skin
The moment has
come and I have too
why did I never
risk assess you? |