At the Rodeo
According to physics,
the force tension in the noose
around my neck is equal to the force
of gravity, 556 newtons, pulling down
on my marionette body, strung up by reins.
The only thing that proves my heart
is still puttering is the blood trotting
through my veins at a velocity of 3 centimeters
per second, as my riding boots dangle
from my numb feet.
Now swing my limp body around
like a lasso. The force tension required
to keep me in motion is 709 newtons.
Yeehaw.
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