Pocket Stuff

I often fill my pockets up With all sorts of stuff From breath mints to deodorant When there's a need to freshen up Along with a dime or two For those important calls When I need directions For the times that I am lost My favorite flavor of chewing gum Double the pleasure, Double Mint Which most times slides from the wrapper Where I just kindly brush the lint Undoubtedly as always There's a few string clingers on Which in wisdom I save for later For that urgent urge to floss One or two pet rocks That along the road I found I just put this part in To give you something to think about I sometimes put my hands in my pockets Though there's barely any room Still a hand sometimes need a rest If it's got nothing to do It's little wonder I fill them up With all sorts of stuff Cause don't cha know when it comes to stuff You can never have enough