Junk Ball

OH, MY HOUSE IS CLEAN
HERE COMES JUNK BALL
THINGS THROWN EVERYWHERE AS IF THEY DO NOT CARE
THIS ITEM, THESE ITEMS 
THROWN AROUND
IT GETS FRUSTRATING
NOT A SILENT SOUND.

THE HOUSE IS CLEAN
CAN'T YOU SEE?
IS THIS JUST TO FRUSTRATE ME?
SO, THINGS GET MOVED
FROM ROOM TO ROOM
DO NOT WANT TO SEE THESE ITEMS THROWN ALL AROUND
DID I WASTE MY TIME?
TO CLEAN AND ORGANIZE
ONLY TO SEE
JUNK BALL HAS ENTERED THE SCENE.

LEAVING THE HOUSE CLEAN
JUST TO COME BACK AND SEE JUNK ALL OVER AGAIN
IS THIS BEING MEAN, JUNK IN THE SCENE?

JUNK BALL
THEY ARE CALLED
ONE-DAY, THEY SHALL SEE
I AM TIRED OF CLEANING BEHIND YOU
I CAN DRINK A CUP OF TEA
TO RELAX, AND COMFORT ME.

I AM THROUGH
YOU CAN ONLY FIX YOU.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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