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I've got a chair attached to my ass for 13 hours every day |
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Add two more after and before, just getting there and away |
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Like thrown meat landing on a seat - just vegetating in decay |
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I'm squattified - too settled in, and melting into pear-shaped dismay |
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Shapes and textures etched into my back on few occasions whence I stand |
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Impressions of a cushion pressed into a lazy man |
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The furniture acts like a cookie-cutter - reforming me like wooden hands on flattened dough |
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Till I tear the glue of hair and sweat and go |
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The vinyl interlocked with dimples grips my body |
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Till I'm just a finished pile of human relic on a legged place-mat |
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I fall between the tensing cracks - I feel trapped on the tracks |
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I don't need feet - I'm levitated by the seat - yeah, I've got chair ass |
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Yeah, no, something gone wrong |
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Here, gone, too late, I'm done |
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My blood pools in my thighs |
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I bloat and swell cold till I rise |
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Numb I stand, arms in clammy palms, rubber bones give at the knee |
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Ankles thick but empty, couldn't hold the gelatin mold |
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Watch the cardhouse man fold |
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Yeah, no, something gone wrong |
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Here, gone, too late, I'm done |
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Yeah, no, gone, too late, I'm done |
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Yeah, no, gone, too late, I'm done |
