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Talking to a friend about house cleaning and preparing for visitors and how we often have this clutter everywhere. I wrote this just for fun.

Submitted: August 15, 2012

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Submitted: August 15, 2012




Clutter, clutter end to end

There's no way I can defend.

These piles of clutter

Causing my heart to flutter

Never been the tidy type

I think it is a lot of hype.

There is too much life to live to clean

Martha Stewart is just not my scene.

Overstuffed drawers of bits and pieces

Started to organize avoidance increases.

Shelves of books unread

As useful as white bread.

In the bedroom the bed remains unmade

On the kitchen table lay bills unpaid.

Yesterday’s dishes abandoned in the sink

Seems the whole world is out of sync.

The stacks of papers on the desk

Tell me about it, I know it’s grotesque.

Heaps of clothes to be ironed tossed in a pile

Come on I’ll get to it in a while.

Yet all around the house I hear the cries

To me this is no surprise.

The trouble is I never know where to start first

So while I think about it, I’ll quench my thirst.

Let me put on a cup of tea

What I really want to do is flee.

Stuff, stuff everywhere

I'll tidy up tomorrow I declare.

A place for everything and everything in its place

I can’t read this proverb and keep a straight face.

Life is messy so it’s no wonder that

I’m a major pack rat.

Collecting, hording, holding on to stuff

Letting go of memories and souvenirs is tough.

Inside out and outside in I just don’t know where to begin.

Come on being messy is not a sin.

Cleanliness is next to godliness they say

So will I be punished on judgement day?

By Carol Vialogos May 29, 2012


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