Seat

But, it's a crouch 
A position assumed 
To imply compliance 
Are you waiting 
Or going 

And what is the difference 
Could the pain at the tip of my pinky finger 
Be a sign that it's a beautiful meaningful world 
Or a message about nothing nowhere never 
 
And aren't false dichotomies an excuse 
To lay down on the job 
Of achieving the right stance 
From the butt 
To the top