That poop is a part of me Don't be stealing my poo! As far as the urine Don't be takin my plastic bottle of piss! That really pisses me off! So maybe I have cat skeletons in my living room Maybe to ya'll civilized folk It stinks in my place But after a couple hours you don't smell it no more I don't have any money to hire a plumber If I did then maybe I wouldn't have to do my business in a bucket Back in the olden times they used a chamber pot So in a historical sense What I'm doing is just fine and dandy
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Taped hoarders and watched it this morning. This poem is based on the woman and her condemned home. They had to wear breathers and hazmat suits to clean up the mess. She went to live with a relative after the show.
orientalkoru, thanks for your comment. I have a friend who is finally cleaning up his hoard. His job in the past was to clean up abondoned apartments and houses. Anything inside he could keep, and he did. I still have a Transformers movie he got from one of these kicked out tenants who couldn't pay their rent. I still play the mario bros. 2 game on my nintendo ds.
lovecanberealSydney, New South Wales AustraliaApr 1, 2017
Bloody hell I say, it is actually a form of anxiety/OCD I have a relative (who shall remain nameless) who is a hoarder, and I have had to live in this type of house (luckily a long time ago) I would rather live in a chicken coup, than in a hoarder's house....
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