You’re as square as a rectangle!
Letting people inch ever closer, connecting around you
Rarely experiencing you as a phenomenon
Taking you for granted
A construct of human ingenuity –
you’re a tool
used to manufacture more tools
Never speaking, you don’t have a voice
Always present, but never really there
We carry you around, place you naked on the floor
Exposed – you gather dust
When we’re done, we fold you up and store you in our closets
You’re just a table.