Cleaning Is Not My Thing
Malt-o-Meal sitting on my desk
Left over from last year
Found in a box I never unpacked
in August and this is April 25th
Cleaning is not my thing;
Even when I do it no one appreciates it
And no one knows
For there are no obvious clues.
So here I sit,
Enjoying my hovel
Finding whatever I need
Knowing it will be here again tomorrow
Discouraging others
From disturbing me
or my mess that
Completes me.
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