the lawn chair

sits in the garden

the padding covered in snow

like a homeless man

sad and alone

with no better place to go

its legs frozen

in the ground

until the warmth of spring

with no ones ass

to warm it up

its simply a forgotten thing

but fear not

oh warrior brave

for you are not forgotten

when spring's warm whisper

awakes us all

.....

(what the hell rhymes with forgotten?)

cotton

gotten 

boughten

misbegotten

.....

fuck it.

its only a stupid lawn chair