Chair Ass

I've got a chair attached to my ass for 13 hours every day
 Add two more after and before, just getting there and away
 Like thrown meat landing on a seat - just vegetating in decay
 I'm squattified - too settled in, and melting into pear-shaped dismay
 Shapes and textures etched into my back on few occasions whence I stand
 Impressions of a cushion pressed into a lazy man
 The furniture acts like a cookie-cutter - reforming me like wooden hands on flattened dough
 Till I tear the glue of hair and sweat and go
 The vinyl interlocked with dimples grips my body
 Till I'm just a finished pile of human relic on a legged place-mat
 I fall between the tensing cracks - I feel trapped on the tracks
 I don't need feet - I'm levitated by the seat - yeah, I've got chair ass
 Yeah, no, something gone wrong
 Here, gone, too late, I'm done
 My blood pools in my thighs
 I bloat and swell cold till I rise
 Numb I stand, arms in clammy palms, rubber bones give at the knee
 Ankles thick but empty, couldn't hold the gelatin mold
 Watch the cardhouse man fold
 Yeah, no, something gone wrong
 Here, gone, too late, I'm done
 Yeah, no, gone, too late, I'm done
 Yeah, no, gone, too late, I'm done