Random clutter in every crevice

Shouting at me to vent my anger

A shoe here, a sock there, a coat 

Hanging slovenly on the bannister

I rant and scream and make a fuss

Demand that the stuff’s put back

Arguments would often ensue that

Almost gave me a heart attack

It felt as though I was banging my head

Against the proverbial brick wall

So hard it knocked me senseless

Incandescent from an issue so small

But now the mess is all gone

As well as the subject of my concern 

Sadness now has replaced the fury

Oh please let the clutter return. 


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