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"When I see a couch
I think of the place I always choose to sleep
When I have a high temp
I think of a place I sink in
And enjoy wonderful talks with friends
A place where its a little easier to listen
And to pay attention
To what is not at all interesting

When I see a couch
I think of a place that holds in what stinks
And preserves every stain for all to see
I think of the treasure underneath
And all the times it has stolen my keys
pens and many other precious things
I remember the times I've tipped it over
For my mom when she would sweep

When I see a couch
I think of something that can't handle to much weight
Something that is not meant for eight
Or else the arms began to falter and grow weak
And now this is why Steve
Does not want one in a house where there is a team
Though I feel this is quite the shame
I know the why behind what he is thinking

When I see a couch
I think of how king David made one wet from tears
And of the times I buried my head
Curled up and did the same thing
I am blessed to have one in my abode
It was reject by one and passed on to me
I think I ought to now stop writing
And sit on it with something to read

When I see a couch
I see the first place I unload my stuff
A place where I sort my junk
Where clothes pile up and up
I see that though I want to sit and read
there is so much I need to move
That the motivation is just not within
To make room for a book and me

When I see a couch
I am remind how sore I can get
And how even in the mist of comfort
I must constantly change how I sit
How even when I get to choose to be lazy
that its no ticket to being happy
For joy is not found in a cushion
Nor satisfaction in a fluff filled seat