Soft or firm, I sit in thee



I wish my ass wasn't so big.
I guess I could change that myself.
Go to the gym
Sweat until its tight and firm
But I dont have the time
I don't have the motivation after school.
I've know you've heard this song
"Oh, I have to much to do. Couldn't you cut us some slack?"
And I apologize, I get that it's your job to torture us. To prepare us for the real world.
I guess I just didnt understand that the real world required us to ask to pee, to raise our hands to speak and to sit in rooms designed like prisons.
Well, maybe prison is calling my name after 12 years of squeezing my ass into hard chairs everyday.
So I guess it isn't to much to ask for chairs that will fit my giant ass.


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