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I Pity Inanimate Objects by Godley And Creme  

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I Pity Inanimate Objects I pity inanimate objects
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 it's 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.

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 it's 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.



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