I Talk To Furniture

by Gelfin Ventbench - Aquarius

I Talk To Furniture

Although pigeons may fly in my chimney
There are no carrots dangling from my bassoon
And of all the architects in Wirdleneck
I couldn't find one who didn't resemble a baboon

I also went to buy some books
But the man kept trying to sell me food
The only book contained a list of wine
Everyone there was rather rude

They don't make umbrellas like they used to anymore
They're far too big to show to all your friends
In fact I can't fit it through the door
It's not something that I care to defend

The haggard woman across the street
Is peddling drugs to her kids again
She also deals in carpet rugs
Which I strap to my face to prove I'm sane

The garden needs some gardening
And the attic needs some work
The cement outside is hardening
In the shape of Captain Kirk

I've invited some guests for dinner
But they will get it in the shed
They comment as my hair gets thinner
So I talk to furniture instead

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2000-06-11 18:44:33
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:23
Poem ID: 56537

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