uh oh
I am not a hoarder, the hoarder said
She was angry, her face was red
Open your house, said the authorities
she did and they found sixteen monkeys
a skull, some bones, a rats nest too
the flowers were as sticky as last week’s glue
What do you think a hoarder is? They asked her.
I don’t know she said, but what is that fur?
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