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Mr. Chair
by Chris Sorrenti
You take us in to the movies
A universe dances before our eyes
“See - see - look through me
But first you must sit down”
A pre-war baby of the industrial revolution
We all need your sympathy
To comfort our aching bottoms
Taking advantage of an inanimate object
When our legs have all run dry
You’ll pay us back with the gift of fat
Injecting us into the battle of the bulge
Some will pass on a little sooner
Playing musical chairs only once
With the ground
But while still breathing
Differences balance
And when we choose to stand up
Your show will finally be over
At least until the next curtain call
© 1986
1,870 hits as of August 2024
10/13/2004 Posted on 10/14/2004
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 10/14/04 at 05:14 AM All hail the precient Mr. Sorrenti. lol Great poem and as per usual as true today as it was yesterday. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 10/14/04 at 10:39 AM yes. impressive and unexpected. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 10/15/04 at 01:15 PM The title made me think this one would be about an executive meeting. I like real chairs better, and this was fun and very well done. Today you could add ergo computer chairs too. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/16/04 at 05:35 PM Figures never are enhanced much by Mr. Chair. Great read. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/17/04 at 08:03 PM Overstuffed poetry, Chris. In a leather, wing-back, recliner motif. I like your style.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/23/04 at 03:29 AM I guess the chair is not the only thing overstuffed Chris. Well done...Charlie |
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