MUSICAL CHAIRS

 MUSICAL CHAIRS

I am tired of playing musical chairs,

I wanted to be the last man standing,

I've done my best, now I need the rest,

Not to be demanding,

When the music stops, I want to win,

Not left twisting in the wind.

If the chair fits then let me sit

And rest my tired bones,

Staring vacantly into my phone.

I am tired of playing musical chairs,

Dyskinetic walking and falling unawares.

I'm a pro at breaking ribs,

While crashing into my unused walker,

That looks back at me like some sinister stalker

Snickering at the fool,

Who thought a walker wasn't cool.

I am tired of this game of musical chairs,

Soaking up snickers and untoward stares,

I get choked and cough like some seasoned smoker, 

When really I am a world renowned choker.

Kindly tip your hat to me,

Applause it fills my heart with glee,

I may just take up fasting,

Call up central casting, get my agent on the phone,

I should not want to die alone for that would be so lame,

Bordering on insane

I am tired of playing musical chairs,

I wanted to be the last man standing.

I've done my best, now I need the rest,

Not to be demanding.

When the music stops I want to win,

Not left twisting in the wind.

If the chair fits, then let me sit,

Resting my tired bones,

Staring vacantly into my phone.

-Bruce Potts

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