The poor defenseless pillows. All are dead,
karate chopped by decorator Ted
who watches kung fu movies on the sly
when he is drunk or when he’s gotten high.
The couch is next and then the table lamp.
He’s in the groove, but then a sudden cramp
in his karate hand. The baby grand
is saved, but not for long. His other hand
descends. Its back is broken just like that.
He turns around. He’s looking for the cat
when the photographer arrives on scene.
“I’m speechless, what is there to say. It is
amazing. Magnifique ! What you have done
is sure to be repeated. Every one
will want their furniture destroyed as soon
as I have photographed this room.”
The praise is graciously accepted, Ted
has done his job again. The room is dead.