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The Chair
Julian Orillac
Grade Twelve
The Browning School

I sat on the chair like trash in a dumpster
Unkempt by the world around through no fault of my own.
While Society went around its business,
I sat there
Sitting sitting
I stood up
I saw Polaris, 
The Dipper, 
All the rest,
The entire universe expanding upon itself
Growing larger and faster every instant
Then the world over inflated and
Since all of interest is nothing more than a blip
I sat on the chair like trash in a recycling bin,

Uncaring for Society
More interested in blues than hues
More interested in diversity than disparity
More interested in a few folk arguing in a room
Than one man with a gun stepping in,
This time though,
I just sat.