Don't you dare I'm a broken chair,
If you sit hard on me darling;
I'll be no longer there.
Although I'm not made of teak,
Smart enough your nose to tweak.
Should you throw me in the attic,
I can tell you one thing for sure;
Your days will come once more to you,
When you painfully sat on the floor.
(Artist and Poet)
For Matt Caliri's SPEAK CHAIR!SPEAK! contest.
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