Dwayne’s Time Out Chair

Some cheap plastic piece of crap
sitting in the weeds,
leaning against a wall
that hasn’t seen a fresh coat in twenty years.

Dwayne—whoever the hell he is—
probably punched a hole in the drywall,
kicked the dog,
yelled at the neighbors for parking too close.
they stuck him out here
to sweat it out.

but now the chair’s alone,
just like the rest of us.

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