YOU
You greet me every morning
with all your piles forming
your at my feet
and on my seat
even on my couch
you make me such a grouch
by the sink
you start to stink
you always make me think
that one day I will wake
without out a flake of you my ache
what a pain
you have more stains
It is not well
I want to yell
Will you please go in the basket
you tease me to a casket
I put you away
you do not stay
you have won
I am done
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