The Hoarder
The Hoarder
By Elton Camp
The clutter in her house grows every day
For Agnes can’t throw anything away
Cardboard boxes, plastic bags, junk mail
All of them are stored away by the bale
Stuff that Agnes picked up on the street
She can’t discard because it is too neat
These items and many thousands more
In house, porch and garage does store
A winding path between piles she must take
The pitiful sight makes one’s heart ache
An odious stench her collection does emit
It causes even her relatives to have a fit
“Aunt Agnes, please let us help clean up”
“I might need this,” she says with a gulp
No amount of reasoning will succeed
Their repeated urgings she won’t heed
Her massive collection continued to grow
Until to a nursing home she had to go
When her savings were finally gone,
Her Certificates of Deposit withdrawn
The house for sale had to be cleaned out
Of compulsive hoarding there was no doubt
The material that had given Agnes a thrill
Sadly, was then buried in the landfill
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