2 August 2012
My chair lives
On a diet of time
He tempts you into
His arms, coloured lime
He has many methods
Of catching his prey
All of them deadly,
And devious, I'll say
His habitat is
A dark corner in my room
Here he will wait
Enter at your doom
He'll target the vulnerable
Injured or weak
On their feet all day
They're who he'll seek
Rolling shoulders back
Pushing plump chest out
Luring you in with that
Innocent pout
You decide you'll perch
For a moment, just that
Sinking into it's softened
Depths, then you're sat
The arms they curl
Wrapping you in comfort
Resigning yourself to him
No more will you exert
Now ignorantly resting
From within his grasp
Escape is impossible,
Hours do pass
Some people regard them
Without a care
Though I urge you
To beware the chair!
Beware The Chair • Opuss № I