A desk is bent and dull and scratched
A desk is a place for roach eggs to hatch
A desk isn't sturdy, a desk isn't clean
You never know where a desk has been
A desk gives all the support it can
But they so often fail the man
A desk is a death seat
A desk is a heart
A desk can so easily
Fall apart
A desk is so lonely and uncared for
A desk leaves its marks in the floor
A desk has been tortured, desks have felt pain
They have many cuts, and so many stains
On a desk's surface a memory holds
Of names and places and stories once told
A desk is a weapon, a desk can kill
But when it's alone it will keep very still