I pity inanimate objects

Because they can't move

From specks of dust to paperweights

Or a pound note sealed in resin

Plastic Santas in perpetual underwater snowstorms

Sculptures that appear to be moving

But aren't

I feel sorry for them all



What are they thinking

When they arrive at a place

Do they sigh with disappointment

And when they leave

Do they have regrets?

Is a sofa as happy in one corner

As it is in another

And how does the room feel about it?



I pity inanimate objects

I pity inanimate objects

I pity inanimate objects

I pity them all



Physics isn't fair

Is a tree as a rocking horse

An ambition fulfilled

And is the sawdust jealous?

I worry about these things



Peppercorns don't move

Until they contaminate the ice-cream

Three weeks later

Is the gold in Fort Knox happy gold?

I care about these things



Some things are better left alone

Grains of sand prefer their own company

But magnets are two faced

No choice for sugar

But what choice could there be



But to drown in coffee or to drown in tea

The frustrations of being inanimate

Maybe its better that way

The fewer the moving parts

The less there is to go wrong

I wonder about these things



I pity inanimate objects

I pity inanimate objects

I pity inanimate objects

I pity them all