The Structure

There’s this structure in my living room.
It stands on four legs.
But then again, so does my cat.
It’s low to the floor and
There’s carpet under it.
I’ve never stubbed my toe on it.
Or fucked my knee up by hitting the corner.

On the second level, there are magazines.
Shutter style, stack, shutter style.
Two sets of coasters are there too.
One is modern and wooden.
The other is vintage and gold.
It matches the structure.
The color, I mean.
The mahogany finish.
Martha Stewart has just vomited.

The top is glossy almost making it look glassy.
There’s a raised water mark on the right,
About a foot from the center.
And if you go even further right,
You’ll see the breakfast.
Almost on the corner.
I hope it fucking falls.
Makes that shit inedible.
And me?
I’m on the couch.
The far left.
Hiding like a bitch.
I’m practically sinking.

Yeeeaahhh….
I’m not going to eat that.