You twist me to acceptance
And I have no say in my undoing
As I am rotated right to left
I unbuckle from your walls
Disengage your tables
Build bookshelves with Allen Keys
Out of patterns pre-assembled
Your masonry bit bites deep
Toggles and screws pierce through
Yet what hangs from them is questionable
Somewhat bland like all Swedish furniture
And I dwell here as both
Handyman and art critic
Following instructional diagrams
In a space where we shared so much happiness
That its going takes our breath away
Gasping on the shore of change
Wriggling into new IKEA skins
To meet life's demands though still unsure
Passing ourselves off as committed,
Architect designed, family friendly,
Environmentally safe, soulless and secure.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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