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Posted to Action Poetry

give me a noun
but don't dig too deep


how you dare
I swear...

four footed
always stiff
unable to walk
alone in dark rooms
waiting for some ass
the misery of the chair

they dream you know..
of those that have it softer
those that have been called 'sofa'
those that have been over-stuffed
but not the lonely innocence of 'chair'

the bare boned barricuda of sit
hung up in the land of amish
stumbled over thru departures
'sit up straight, mofo!'
yes, you do have your moments
when you command your attention
stiff as a board - hard wood bastard