I Sat Down in This Damnable Chair

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    I Sat Down in This Damnable Chair

    I sat down in this damnable chair
    two weeks ago now it was.
    I can't lie down, I don't want to sit up
    SPEAK UP I CAN HEAR YOU TALKIN'
    It's my family that hovers over by the door
    just out of ear shot
    I know what they're whispering about
    I JUST HAD THE SUIT CLEANED

    I hate the idea of spending money to clean a suit
    They're just going to bury me in.
    When they close the lid it'll smell like dry cleaning
    I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN TO CHURCH
    Not in 2 years have I worn the thing - except to two funerals
    That was last fall, I didn't think about it then...
    I kinda wish I could take some of the wrinkles with me
    I GOT THOSE AT MY BOY'S FUNERAL

    Haven't been a deacon in 30 years or sat in church
    for I forget how long now.
    I wish they'd say something to me besides
    ARE YOU COMFORTABLE, DAD
    No, I'm not comfortable. Would you be in my place?
    Everybody whispering about burying me!
    I just said it and I don't feel anything like I thought
    I would when I was 12.
    BURY ME?

    When I think of myself as a child I'm always 12.
    Don't know why. It was a good age I guess
    I was a boxer then, listened to matches on the crystal set.
    I HEARD DEMPSEY WHIP TUNNEY
    Used to let people hit me in the heart, big fellows
    Gonna show 'em how tough I was
    I heard someone tellin' that story in the kitchen just now
    MAYBE I'D LIKE TO HEAR THAT STORY TOO!"

    My heart's finally payin' me back; givin' up on me
    Just when I figured it all out.
    Nobody listens, though, they figure it's pain medication.
    MAKES PERFECT SENSE IF YOU'LL LISTEN
    I have! I've figured out what it was I really wanted
    when I was a thick headed 12 year old.
    Now nobody listens, and I can't get it out.
    I WANT SOME BREAKFAST,
    THE DAY'S JUST STARTIN'

    "Dad, it bedtime, now. How about some soup......?"

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    rsalassi commented on I Sat Down in This Damnable Chair

    12-26-2010

    What a powerful piece of writing!!! A great dramatic monologue! Excellent!!

    wildcat691 commented on I Sat Down in This Damnable Chair

    02-11-2009

    this poem really hit home for me that's exactly how everyone done my daddy

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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