When My Life Began To Stutter

My life began to stutter, when I began to clutter, The Garage has taken on the appearance of an electronic graveyard, No more room now for the car and finding the lawnmower Yet another chore. The smell of petrolium products now replaced with with that of rotting Cardboard and damp clothes. My life began to stutter when I began to clutter. Competing with the wife for space now getting up my nose, With fewer places to hide, A beer fridge now out of the question And a place to drink it hard to find, Parties for one the new norm. My life began to stutter when I began to clutter,. No more need to set the table just for two, My appetite long gone before the stove top can be cleared, Spring cleaning only done when we are short on coins. My Life began to stutter when I bagan to clutter. Saying yes to friends in the process of decluttering adding to my clutter, My only solace that we have nowhere now for the in-laws to stay. I sit in my one clutteress chair as I go through the list of friends who are Showing signs of clutter with lives about to stutter, Who can help me declutter so my wife has more room for her clutter.