If you ever go to college, for an interior design degree
Don't be like my friend, Lorenzo, of high, and artistic, pedigree

Decorate as you see fit, and know your clientèle
Lorenzo never understood, living in, decoration hell

In the back of his mind he knew, the classics always sell
But somethings will never fit, no venue that's understood

Decorating in plastics and vinyl, the critiques, never any good
God bless him for the effort, never using slaughtered wood

Gaudy and pretentious, and selling everywhere
Mayhap in a million years, somebody then, will care