A Mess of Poetry

I've come to the conclusion That my life's a wreak Poetry strewn all about My house the biggest mess So here I am in the middle of the den In a pile of poetry on the floor A desperate man with phone in hand Since I can't seem to find the door I call up a Psychic I call up my Shrink I call up the local Priest To ask them what they think They say there is no hope for me Through the static on the phone Right before they all hang up I hear...boy your too far gone So I grab a hold my bootstraps Pick my own self up Determined to have this problem licked With prayers and major luck Starting in on this poetic clean One thing that I found I wrote on just about anything That I had laying around There was poetry on party napkins On Chinese take out meals Tiny poetry on tiny matchbooks Even on banana peals Poetry on the chandelier Poetry on my cat Floss Poetry on dirty dishes I wrote with spaghetti sauce Poetry on the mirrors Smiling back at me Poetry on Seinfeld Across my T.V. screen Poetry on the kitchen tile That's never seen a mop On the doors going in and out And places I dare not look I started cramming it all in boxes Lining them up and down the halls Soon had them in every room 3 feet deep and 8 feet tall I made 15 trips to storage The biggest one that I could find Feeling now it's nice and safe All packed tight, warm and dry When it all was over Feeling relief from that major chore Set down in my den, took out my pen And started writing more...