Head over wheels
You pick me up when I'm down. Catch me when I fall. Push me harder every day. And give me a strong arm to cry on. You're my cushion when the nights get late. And the first thing that brings a smile to my face every morning. You never leave my side (well, backside anyway ;) ). But lately I feel like you're spinning out of control. You roll around like you own the joint. I catch you chillin over at other desks, actin like I don't own you. NEWS FLASH: I DO. YOU'RE MINE. AND YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR BACK OR I'LL KICK YOU IN THE ONLY LEG YOU HAVE.
Consider that your warning, chair. I hope you know how to read.