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Collisions between yours truly and the missus

Space at a premium
in our apartment
lettered and numbered b44
at Highland Manor,
cuz the spouse
heavily trends toward disorderliness.

She readily admits her predilection
to disavow being a neatnik,
yet owns the capacity
getting down to brass tacks
to tidy up whenever the warden
who rivals the military police
announces requisite inspection.

We dread unwelcome visits
courtesy management triumvirate
whereby anticipatory anxiety
put on high alert,
especially when management
gives less than a week
to critique admitted slovenliness,
moreso linkedin with living social
with the wife what seems like an eternity.

Belongings strewn helter skelter
no matter exhaustive effort I exert
to wage futile effort
analogous battling constant war
upon messiness and
duel against outsize dust bunnies
that put up quite a fight.

Squalid conditions
(hyperbolic exaggerations
incorporated to affect) unfit
for man and/or beast,
hence notion that rocks
and rolls me noggin
while furiously house cleaning
on bended, limned,
and wounded knees,
thus positioned I pray
to Unitarian divine manifestation,
who doth administer enlightenment
as planet earth rotates on its axis
from west to east
revealing scarred, pockmarked,
battered landscape (Gaia weeps)
once pristine virginal
terrestrial firma paradise lost,
where industrialization increased
mayhem across oblate spheroid.

Disproportionate possessions
belonging to the wife
haphazardly and higgledy-piggledy strewn
represents the apotheosis
of hugger mugger decor
and on microcosmic scale
bears witness to global capitulation
and trademark signature
of merciless exploitation
assuaging insatiable gratification
unanimously outsourced
infamous execrable creature
known as Homo sapiens.

Impossible mission 
to suppress and withhold
married to counterpart
who would most likely be aghast
at aforementioned tattle tale told,
yet any family member polled
would attest wherever 
Harris family dwelled
I lichen their trail 
to how tornado didst mold
the landscape, nevertheless
a steadfastness to remain 
married and hold
dear significant other 
of two plus dozen years
as precious as fine spun gold
yet I daresay wishing 
to escape habituations of missus
foremost (tra) reason abduction 
fills mine quite over active imagination 
please pardon moi being bold.
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