Out of Place

something's gone wrong here.
We've got wicker chairs
on marble floors,

golden chandaliers
above plastic folding tables,
and silver place settings

with paper plates.
Who thought up this mess?
Who took interior designing

but forgot to go to class?
It's like Bill Gates stooping
to pick up a quarter from the street--

the world just doesn't work that way.
Maybe it's just a fluke,
like the Teletubbies

before they became reality.
Or maybe I'm just in the wrong place,
where toilets flush to the left

instead of to the right.