Stuffed

Right here, right now, right off the cuff I must say that I have stuff Possessions or obsession Either way it's way too much I've been collecting all these years Moving forward, grinding gears Stuffing boxes here and there Piles of purchase everywhere Knick knacks piled on top of shelves Collecting dust above all else Each one seems to be mid scream Could it be a cry for help I even buy extra stuff Where I can stuff my stuff From massive sheds with metal lids And still it's not enough A problem for me I say maybe But at least it's one I love After all as I recall Can you really ever have too much stuff