The dolts have done it again.
Chow time now, or very nearly anyway,
And yet again they won’t stop talking.
SHUT UP, RECRUITS!
Oh, now you’ve really
Screwed
The pooch.
His next sentence better not be-
AIR CHAIRS, GET THERE!
Well, fuck.
Now, we are sitting.
I’d much rather be standing than sitting,
Because standing,
In the chow line,
Is much nicer than sitting,
In an air chair.
Air chairs offer no support for your back.
They burn your legs,
Like a plastic school chair left to broil in the sun.
Worst of all, they collapse on you if you lounge in them long enough.
I’d much rather be standing,
Than take a seat in an air chair.