My Desk

I've always wanted one,
A desk that's really real.
I never cared if it was wood
Or made from heavy steal.

One with all the accessories:
A lap drawer to hold random stuff,
A name plate, some file folders,
And coffee next to the pencil cup.

I had one at home
But it was plainly fake.
I was only eleven
And couldn't real work make.

But now I'm 24;
I have a different look and feel,
And besides, that, I finally have
A desk that's really real.