The door is alarmed.
The roof is aloof.
The floor is bored.
It feels ignored
just like the records.
The mirror's reflecting
on a life of deflection.
The table's groaning
but not with food
or delicacies.
There's a certain malaise
amongst the trays.
The toilet's flushed
but the curtains are pale
and drawn.
The welcome mat
needs a new "e"
and my house could do
with a dose of feng shui.