Constantly Recline

I will constantly recline
back into this chair
wobble wobble
throw back my hair
my wet greasy hair
throw back and stare.

Blow out the smoke,
let it out like a joke,
so that others can choke.
Choke on it, choke on my joke.
Now just sit, and let it soak
let your sweat soak
deep into that oak.

Sigh and sit straight,
redistribute your weight,
hurry and empty the plate.
There’s no such thing as fate,
you will die on a certain date.

Constantly recline
so that a figment of the mind
can lose all sense of time,
it is mine and only mine.
It travels like the function of sine
 from the wine to the shrine,
 where a circle might seem like a line.

Reviews

[Bri 810]

I like the flow you established with the lines.
I feel like this could be a poem about my ex!

[CosminDZS]

Much thanks, how does it remind you of your ex? I'm curious to know.

[Bri 810]

I feel like there's an ego to the narration. Like the narrator might have a bad attitude. ("choke on it"/"it's mine and only mine"-like he/she might think they're the only person who "gets" it)

[CosminDZS]

Yeah it definitely starts out in that sort of tone.

[Scott Metro]

This is a bit mysterious for me...couldn't get a grasp on it.
Seems like a Big CEO or something...I'm not sure.

Scott

[Scott Metro]

AHHHHH...I see now...cool !!!