Hot Seat

Think I’ll sit right here
In this chair and fry.
And why not?
I don’t do much else
And being so inactive
Is leading
To my death anyway.

So quick,
Give me that plug,
If you won’t do it.
I can and I will.

Don’t forget
To unplug me
When I’m well done
Or to break my knees
So I can lay out flat
When they light
That blaze beneath me.