The High Seat Poem by Sonya Florentino

It must be comfortable that high seat
Or else there wouldn’t be so many
scrambling for it
It must be a plush and soft velvety seat
On account of all the kissing pre-requisite

It must be enjoyable that high seat
Makes you feel so powerful and gigantic
Even though you’re puny and small
And without that seat you're nothing at all
But a big inflated ego with delusions of
grandeur, not to mention pre-mature

It must be comfortable that high seat
(Hmmmm…. I wonder if I should try it?)