Hoarders

by mcradloffPlatteville, Wisconsin, USA

Mar 2011 843 Views 3 comments

Hoarders

Crap here
Crap there
There's crap everywhere
Piles upon piles
Always moving stuff
Always tripping over stuff
It's all insanity!
It's all confusion!
It's all madness!
Throw it away
Throw it away
You say no!
I might sell it some day
I can use that
That holds sentimental value
I can't waste
Money is too tight
I look at the bicycle you found on the side of the road
You say it is in good shape
Who is it for?
Your child has grown
Piles go and piles come
In the end
It's just a hoarding sickness
Now where is the dog?

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Posted: Mar 2011

About this poem:

A friend of mine has a hoarding problem passed down by his parents and his great aunt.

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niah9Auckland, New ZealandMar 26, 2011

Oh I smiled......first I thought he's seen my second lounge...where all boxes were piled after the move...now being unpacked...then I thought of a friend who helped me do last minute pack...pointing out some boxes had never been unpacked from my earlier move 10 months earlier....mind you, she packed my jewellery and perfume...still not found.....thankfully, I have heaps and wore the real stuff, just seem to collect it like fabric....

Clever write...Niah

mcradloffOPPlatteville, Wisconsin USAAug 17, 2011

SundaySilence, thanks for the comment. I continue to see no improvement in my friends place, actually it's not his, but his brothers. His brother is a priest and owns this house and 3 acres, everywhere, including the yard is junk, not to mention the dozen or so unfinished projects done on the house. I wish you luck on your own project, at least you have a fighting chance of digging out.