Memoirs Of A Chair

I know you must be asking yourself,
"Why should listen to me?".
Because my viewer,please understand.
My Tale Is Extraordinary.

All I do is observe other people.
In class they sit on me.
But when class ends(he he he)
Then begins another journey.

The teacher tells the class to leave,
the door was locked by her outside.
Little did she realize
three students were inside.

I have seen these potheads before.
They don't stay for long.
As they smoke weed and shrooms,
they fill the room with fog.

Now I being stationary,
cant move at all.
So I have no choice,
i breath in this fog.

Everything is slanted
And green and bright
And even though I'm a chair
I can smell the night

If you ever have a wish
to replace yourself with a stationary.
Then turn into a chair
and live in a weed nursery.

No wait!
My thoughts are mixed up.
These stupid junkies,
have screwed me up.

Please understand.
Being mundane is completely fine.
Thank you for listening and have a good night,
For I am flying,as high as a kite