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

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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