AIR-HOLE:

Another jump, another sky, another lungful of secondhand breath.
Like I said to the nice lady who brought me here,
“It beats working in the factory – I know from experience”
Life through the air-hole is a state of mind, lift you up or
grind you down. Are you trudging or surfing, laughing or sneering?
My job (what ‘job’ it is) entails spreading joy. If you hear me
complain you’ll know which hole this head is up.

(K)