junk is a hunk
junk is a hunk
weighs me down, while I clunk
all over the house
trying to manage the thing
while lost in a dithering funk.
alas, worthless junk
piled up and further up!
where to begin! what a laborious lump!
am I, wasting time
sorting through this
huge, hopeless hump?
I falter, I bump
into a fellow, flighty frump
aimlessly sorting
through her own jangly junk!
together, we commiserate
and conclude that our junk
is just adding up
to a barreling barrage of bunk!
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