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