For Sale

I woke to find confusion in my yard, signs FOR SALE! had sprouted overnight, it seemed that people far and wide had heard EVERYTHING MUST GO! a welcome sight. "Take Vanity," decried the auctioneer, "Arrogance and Anger, special, two for one, Indiscretion will look good on your chiffonier, a case of Grief, come on, we're almost done!" 'Twas barely noon, my garden was a wreck, bits of Indecision scattered here and there, Laziness had gone, nary a speck, no sign of Despair, no remnant anywhere. Hundreds rummaged through my underwear, like a bargain basement they were indiscreet, they left, and there was not a thing to spare, my soul was clean at last, my life was sweet!