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
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