AS I WADE THROUGH THE CLUTTER
I CURSE AND SCREAM AND MUTTER
WORDS NOT TO BE PRINTED HERE
IN CASE THE THOUGHT POLICE WILL HEAR
CLOTHES THAT ARE SOILED
SINCE WHO KNOWS WHEN
MINE, THE KIDS, AND, HEY!
I DON'T RECOGNIZE THEM!
CANS OF SODA AND BROKEN TOYS
SOME MY DAUGHTER'S, SOME THE BOYS
DOGGIE CHEW TOYS, VIDEO TAPES, CDS
STIRRED UP DUST. OH NO! A SNEEZE!
DISHES STACKED ALL AKIMBO
MAGAZINE COVERS WITH PICTURE BIMBOS
SCHOOL BAGS, TENNIS SHOES, SOME STRANGE GROWTH
COVERING A FORMER BAG OF A WHITE BREAD LOAF
LITTER BOX THAT NEEDS SOME CHANGIN'
FURNITURE FOR REARRANGIN'
LOOSE HAIR IN THE BATHROOM SINK
WHAT DO THESE PEOPLE THINK?
I MUST BE THEIR UNPAID SLAVE
TO WORK AND CLEAN THIS CAVE
WHILE THEY TRASH IT AND GO PLAY
RUINING ANOTHER DAY
