The Banker's Tell Tale Chair

You do not sit well with me For now I have strong legs and a sturdy back Trusting eyes are blind, but now all do see The cut of your plan The strain of your ways Unethically callous of highest degree Devoid of abstract ways would not detract Certainly be, children naïve in streets To recognize difference of red and black From this day, I will not carry your load My offered recumbence Is to those of Stienbeck quality, reminiscent, Joad Your posture’s recline, this Board of Twelve Chairs declines The power of your seat Should be of the electric kind