The Sob of the Soft Swivel Chair
I'm soft and leathery; I'll keep your bum warm,
I'll soothe your back, keep your body from harm;
I swirl, and I twirl; I've adjustable height;
You can stay in me all day and all night.
And yet--I see you passing me by;
What's wrong with me? I might even cry;
You take that hard chair way in the back,
It's boring, it's stable, like tooth-coating plaque.
Why the rejection? I'm the height of perfection,
You've made me all sad with an inferior complexion;
I wish you would tell me, I wish I knew why
You so cuttingly ignore me and leave me to die.
7/15/2010 Jamie S.