It must be comfortable that high seat
Or else there wouldn’t be so many
scrambling for it
It must be a plush and soft velvety seat
On account of all the kissing pre-requisite
It must be enjoyable that high seat
Makes you feel so powerful and gigantic
Even though you’re puny and small
And without that seat you're nothing at all
But a big inflated ego with delusions of
grandeur, not to mention pre-mature
It must be comfortable that high seat
(Hmmmm…. I wonder if I should try it?)
no harm in trying Sonya...but remember it's inflated...never know when it would go burst...better to remain flat with less 'air'! good intelligent write...10
I got a kick out of this meditation on those who like the high seat. I liked how they are just tiny without the aid of the tall chair..so true. (smile)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aren't we all perched on that?