Flatpack dignity, build it yourself
Homogenised style, facsimile wealth
Aspirational living for the faux middle classes
With the Murakami novels and the horn-rimmed glasses

The crude light dissolves amongst the frenzied throng
An amorphous mass trudging slowly along
Traversing a showroom that seeps with desire
Hoarding timber to construct their own funeral pyre

Couples with hands entwined and smiles embossed
Bind their futures together with mahogany albatross
While tired spouses with crumpled faces
Debate which lamp will best fill their empty spaces

Jealousy colonizes the mind and erodes the soul
Infatuation manifests itself in a set of ceramic bowls;
A pillow with arms; a stainless steel fork;
A horrendous ten foot canvas of New York

Matching monoliths of cool angular wood
Granting meaning to rooms that sat so long misunderstood
A domestic symmetry to deflect our pain
From the personal perfection we could never hope to attain