Pedestal of Gold

I set up a pedestal for myself

A golden pedestal

So I could sit on something that would make me feel like gold

And after the metal was carved

With straight lines and dimensions that could house my short stature

I sat, prepared to feel golden

But the pedestal didn't make me feel what I wanted to feel

I sat and just felt cold

My plan hadn't worked - I'm such an idiot

And now I just sat

On cold

Cold

Gold