call my house an asylum for its comedic value - ps these are not titles

in my house
there is a waiting room,
a fax machine,
a filing cabinet with a lock,
and an overstock of Kleenex.
the people who come here
are like me,
God must've forgotten
that equilibrium is just fantasy
for we-who-are-"greater-than-angels"
but you may find it odd to note,
that unlike them
although my bedspread
and toothbrush live here,
i have never called this
refuge.