Hoarder
My bathtub’s full of dishes and glasses.
My closet’s full of everything.
We just can’t get off our asses
and do cleaning in time for spring.
The fridge is stuffed with rotten food.
The freezer’s stuffed with TV dinners.
For shopping we’re always in the mood.
We’re real materialistic sinners.
We have no space at all
in the bathrooms or the dining room.
The pile of dishes is ready to fall
and I don’t know where to find the broom.
There’s no room in the attic
or on the countertop.
My collecting is automatic.
I don’t know how to stop.
There’s no room in the closet.
My collecting’s out of hand.
There’s no way I can pause it.
In my room there’s barely room to stand.
The porch is full of every kind
of bag, box and bin.
It’s curious what state of mind
we who live here are in.
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