I could be newish or a relic
I could be lost but
I hope I am not just yet
In Queensland's missing list.
One thing for sure
No one will miss me
Once written off
because today
I just realised what I am.
I am a Furniture
Here to stay
From dusk to dawn
Yes, just an ordinary
Ruggedly old furniture...
Without feelings,
without thoughts... Or
Maybe I do
Have feelings
Who knows?
But maybe
Them that own me
Don't think
Much of me
I was acquired
To serve
A specific purpose
To carry heavy loads
Nurture naked torsos
Absorbent for sweaty arms
A catchment area for
Stale spits or drools
No matter the weather or time
A buffer to glaring, blaring
Screens and tubes
As my beloved
Awesome masters
Sleep on me and snore
I hug them bodies to
Keep 'em snug and warm
Cushion their smelly bums
The female burps on me
The male farts on me
While the dog whips me
With chunky stinky tail
Like little and big trumps,
They're spread all over me
I can't wriggle I can't dance
I must remember, remain calm
Let my brain and body freeze
Aww, again I just forgot
Ain't got a brain,
Just a body shaped
By stress and time
A sunken heart,
Weathered and scratched
Limbs and other extremities
Now swollen and inflamed
Still my lips I must keep zipped
My only option?
Oblige or please
My masters' wishes who think
It's okay to just presume
I'm dumbed and deaf, inanimate
I'm just a blimmin' furniture
No heart, no ego to restore
No brain or grey matter at all
just goo, just goo, goo, goo
I'm just a blimmin' furniture...
Not meant to have feelings after all!
Not meant to be counted at all!