In a Chair In the Middle of the Highway
Just sitting in a chair in the middle of the highway
cars whiz right by
People curse and cuss at me
just sitting in a chair in the middle of the highway
they never wave hi
Leaning back to the left or forward to the right
in a chair in the middle of the highway
horns honk middle fingers fly
If I close my eyes
sitting in a chair in the middle of the highway
could I survive
I stand tall
on the chair in the middle of the highway
touching the sky
I ascend up
from the chair in the middle of the highway
looking down seeing people stopped and waving bye
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2018
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