The Room Poem by Raymond Farrell

It doesn't matter
What color the rug is
Of if in fact
There is a rug
Or whether the walls
Are painted
Or have wallpaper on them
With flowers, without flowers
It doesn't matter
Nor does it matter
If the ceiling
Is painted or not
It doesn't matter
If there is a bed
Unless you plan
To sleep or copulate
And a table and chairs
Are essential
For numerous reasons
But if none of these
Are on the agenda
It doesn't matter
But
If you are
Living on the street
Begging for your bread
A room
That you can go to
To get out of the elements
Does matter.