My Unhappy Lazyboy

After a long work day I come home to a long warm shower.  It was getting late into 
evening hours.  I sat down in my favorite black leather chair.  Not knowing I was in for a big 
scare.  I rolled a joint and sat back fully reclined.  I was getting high out of my mind.
       As I was enjoying my weed, I almost choked because a voice spoke beneath me!  I 
jumped up and listened to my chair spit profanity.  I wondered if I was loosing my sanity.  
My lazyboy said, "Don't be scared, sit down and talk to me!"
       I seriously thought I was dreaming.  Like an out-of-body experience waking up 
screaming.  No this is real, very real.  I just knew my chair was about to do a cartwheel!
       "No need looking around wearing a frown, you been sitting down on me for years; so 
have no fear.  No it's not the weed, you're seeing clearly, so sit down and listen to me."
       I sat down in utter shock, resting my buttocks.  As my chair began to explain.
       "No Jimmy you're not going insane, but I feel you're causing me harm.  I have burns, 
scratches, now dust all along my arms.  I'm left with a permanant frown.  I desperately need 
a rub down.  I don't wanna be mean, but get some disinfectant and clean.  The way I'm living 
is obscene!"
       No more explanations were needed.  So after a good wipe down it was obvious I had 
succeeded.  My lazyboy's black leather had a nice shine.  Now I wanted to rest my spine.
       "Ah I feel so much better.  Now I can go back into a deep sleep.  You can go back 
enjoying your weed or nicotine.  Just remember my hygiene, and from time to time give me 
a clean - Thank you."
       I could have sworn my lazyboy gave me a wink.  I shook my head, tomorrow I would 
go see a shrink!
 
 
 
For Matt Caliri contest "Spea Chair! Speak!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Townsend Avatar
December 21, 2009 at 12:46 AM
Congratulations my friend on your win with this one. Well done. Smiles from Lolita
K. Avatar
December 20, 2009 at 11:38 PM
A chair that knows what it wants! Pretty cool! Loved your title for it ;) congrats on your win with this piece :)
Dufresne Avatar
December 20, 2009 at 7:58 PM
Congratulations Jimmy on our wins in the contest. Hey you ain't bogartin that thing are ya? :) -Robert
George   Avatar
December 20, 2009 at 4:55 PM
lol......Thanks for the entertainment. Love this. Congratulations on your win. Lainie
Haick Avatar
December 20, 2009 at 4:23 PM
Congratulations sweet Jimmy! You poem got an honorable mention in Matt's sponsored contest, "Speak Chair, Speak! I'm extremely happy for you! Good job as usual! Much love and peace, Audrey*
Arteaga Avatar
December 20, 2009 at 12:43 PM
this is greatly funny ans always different which i like :D congrats on your placement!
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December 17, 2009 at 7:36 PM
oh my....thats funny! what an imagination Jimmy!
Segal Avatar
December 9, 2009 at 1:58 PM
Very funny! good luck, did you get my first reply to your soup mail? love Simone
Haick Avatar
December 9, 2009 at 1:24 PM
Ha! Ha! Ha-a-a-a-a!! Somebody call the riot squad..Jimmy's causing a riot, again!! Great, as usual! Good luck in the contest! A sure winner! Soup Mail!
Townsend Avatar
December 9, 2009 at 7:46 AM
Very well written, great luck in the contest. Smiles from Lolita
Chircop Avatar
December 9, 2009 at 7:29 AM
Yep Jimmy your chair is right,How dare you after you put nyour buttock's weight on him,burn his arms,and leave him dirty,If i was your chair i send you sitting on the floor..:)lol.Sweet poem for the contest,indeed Sweet,just forget the Weed..:) Charma
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