All I think about
is escape
from the black chair
all other thoughts so rare


My back
and hip
held in its plastic grip


It surrounds me
it confounds me
it’s like a bad trip


How did I get in this place
this place of darkness
I cannot face


There must be some way
to strike it down
to find a way
to get around


There must be a way
to break free
I am the chair
the chair is me

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