Clutter
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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