Bitter

Thirty five feet off the ground,
feet dangling,
adreneline pumping,
heart pounding,
it doesn't really matter.

Thirty five feet off the ground,
wind blowing,
pole shaking,
carabiners locking,
it doesn't seem to be an issue.

Thirty five feet off the ground,
leg muscles working,
arm muscles hurting,
mental muscles racing,
it doesn't really bother me any more.

Say "professional" to me,
or simply in my presence again,
then I'll have to hit you.