Dont You Ever Look First
We never know what will jump out of the junk drawer
Scotch tape, thumb tacks, necklaces, gum, miscellaneous galore.
I sort it out about every three months, starting out small.
Within ninety days, it is so full, I cannot pull it open at all.
There were six rulers in here, says Joe. “But you had me buy one.”
“Of course, I did, because looking in here is not any kind of fun.”
Don’t you ever look first? I laugh at this question from the king
Of someone who almost never again can find anything.
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