The chair is a fat one
Decorated with frankincense and flavours
The chair is the center of Aso-hill
Or rock, perhaps.
Still the same chair
Cushioned with full but fearful upholsteries
Which has a bet that dangles
Left, right and middle, consistently.
All love this same chair
All adore and want to savour this same chair
Many have sat on this same chair
But not all rose from it alive.
A chair in a rock
That supposed to fan us all
How can one person sit on it trice
And still whims to re-sit?