Clutter gathers in every room right up to my ears.

All I see is clutter on every surface here.

It creeps in with the groceries and it sneaks in with the mail.

It walks in like dust and dog tracks as if they were on sale.

I fight to push it sideways, I tried to make it known;

clutter is not wanted in my fabulous fine home.

To clean it up I took some time to organize the mess

The piles changed around a bit like some strange game of chess.

I bought a shovel and some bins to wage a mighty war

The clutter had them in a pile counting up its score.

Now my house is full of clutter, my soul is full of fear

That in a few more shopping days I might never get out of here.