Philosophical

Red velvet cushions
Under hard plastic
With polished wooden legs.

How fresh and preserved
You remain,
When given to charity
As a tax write-off.

Last year’s model
And quickly the victim of boredom,
Passed on from Malibu mansions
Down to the Salvation Army
Where plastic is torn off
And soft, red cushions lose their virginity.

Next year you’ll be stuffed
With more useless gifts
In a closet, abandoned.

Another mahogany monstrosity
Bought in haste and tackiness
Takes your place.

Expensive Waste