They Live In Filth

Their gorgeous living room does not camouflage the smell
The rest of the house is a hoarder’s house, and it smells like…..
We cannot stay long, we lie, the second we arrive.
The kitchen door opens, and we see filth stacked high inside.

This hoarder couple is always dressed to the nines.
They have fancy accessories of all colors and kinds.
Their perfume is wafting out of each hem and sleeve.
They are covering the fact they don’t bathe I believe.

They offer us a beverage, and I watch my husband gag.
He is not persnickety, but he can see past the old hag.
In the kitchen there is all kinds of grease and grime on the floor.
Within a few seconds, we both make an excuse and run out the door.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Vangaveti Avatar
April 5, 2022 at 2:42 AM
Oh no!! Wanna recheck my house now!!
Krutsinger Avatar
April 5, 2022 at 3:22 AM
I would but wouldn't that be a bit rude?
George Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 10:03 PM
There are some some such people ..... people who keep everything pompous., but totally lacking in cleanliness! When we get into such houses, if the filthy smell from the kitchen and toilets, greet us and if we are offered something to drink or eat, we will feel like throwing up.... ! Interesting poem, Caren !
Krutsinger Avatar
April 5, 2022 at 3:22 AM
Thank you Valsa
Dietrich Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 3:51 PM
I liked the poem!
Krutsinger Avatar
April 5, 2022 at 3:23 AM
Thank you Andrea
Dietrich Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 3:51 PM
I used to do something called visit teaching in my church. I was paired up with a woman who lives this way. her husband was the hoarder. I remember she had a tiny pathway from front door to her sofa for me to sit and visit with her. Gosh, her health got poor and I have not seen her in a long time. I see the husband out and about. Hope they are doing ok!!
Krutsinger Avatar
April 5, 2022 at 3:23 AM
I visited a lady after church once who invited me for tea. She had a dirt floor, and dogs had been urinating into it for years. She said she had never invited anyone else to her home. I had to choke down that tea and smile; it was difficult.
Gentile Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 11:10 AM
Good one Caren! I too actually had an experience like that. I was offered cheese from what looked like a motor oil stained Tupperware container! YUK!!! Happy Monday xxoo
Krutsinger Avatar
April 5, 2022 at 3:23 AM
It is difficult for sure!
Hankins Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 8:50 AM
I have known a few people who live like this, and I'll never understand it. What are they thinking?
Krutsinger Avatar
April 5, 2022 at 3:24 AM
I think it is a mental illness; it must be.
Kavanagh  Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 4:45 AM
Hoarding is indeed a mental disease Caren alongside miserliness, perhaps self-afflicted if truth be told, you done the right thing and ran out the door before your coats where assimilated into the hoard, good one, cheers David
Krutsinger Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 6:40 AM
Thank you David
Miller Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 1:49 AM
Haha, I love this!
Krutsinger Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 6:40 AM
Thanks Terry - sometimes my house looks like this
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