there was a crooked man
who had a crooked house
full of so much detritus
you couldn’t fit a mouse
freezers packed up to the doors
they almost wouldn’t close
but make no comments, see no wrong
or you’ll step on someone’s toes
rooms are full of random clothes
dresser’s used for knitting
boxes stacked up to the roof-
someone needs babysitting
the child that left five years ago
forgot her bedroom closet
was almost full of bric-a-brac
a clutterbug’s deposit
the one that flew a year ago
left all in disarray
a broken CD stereo
that wouldn’t even play
his home’s become a muse-e-um
he thinks he’s had enough!
but, make a move to clean it up?
Don’t touch my effing stuff!
Aremyfeetofftheground 