Where Exactly Is His Bread And Butter? Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Playing favorites,
Playing soft,
The cushion isn't helping
Complacent on the couch, subsisting on junk food,
Fed much garbage, began chewing the scenery,
Barking orders with no one in mind, like some poor dog
Convictions thinner than the plot of a comic book,
Where exactly is his bread and butter?
Maybe he left it on the other seat he felt belonged to him,
Or likely he wants nothing more than to remain settled and undisturbed in his spot