Chairs #1

Down the trodden out alleyways
And immerse yourself in splendour
Walk the streets at the death of days
And call for a wise word vendor
Beseech his lines, excrete your crimes
And summon a boasting scrounger
‘Am I who I am? Who am I?’
Said the confused Barcalounger.

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