Four Legs Good,
Two Legs Bad
by Mary Cresswell

After many a hopeful hour
in the corridors of power,
at last I’m getting there.

They’ve chosen me to head a group
to prop our corporate structure up,
and today I am a chair.

In my position, I’ll be bound
to keep my feet upon the ground
so they are well aware

they cannot miss my bottom line
or where I’m standing over time
now that I am a chair.

Accessible from either side
I have no secrets left to hide
my function’s plain and clear.

no vestige of humanity
not -woman, -man or -person, me ...
today I am a chair.

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