Ode to Office Chair
Oh office chair, dear chair I hate you so.
Each day (all day) I spend with you
You push and prod and hurt my back.
I’d like to try to hurt you back
But that’s petty and stupid
And truth be told,
Will cost me much more than
Another trip to the Back Store
To drool at your distant cousins:
Miller, Aeron, Obus, and such
Perhaps then my threats to
You are based more on an
Ongoing fear of having
To spend a grand or
More to just sit
At work for the
Briefest break
From pain