The Chair
You let us sit so we can rest.
You let us stay while we digest.
To cushion us so we may sit,
To hold us like a giant mitt.
Many used you for too much time.
I don't need to 'cause I'm just fine.
You've been used by some as a nest,
but I feel they are just a pest.
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