Author's Note:
This is a poem that I wrote one day when I attempted to clean my room. I originally was going to do it on my whole room, but decided it would be easier to do it on part. I am focusing on formatting and voice. Please leave comments.
It sucks and sucks
And never gives back
A filing system
Is something I lack
It takes and takes
For nothing is found
There's trash and clothes
From ceiling to ground
It grabs and grabs
And it is a mess
In just one word
I'd call it a wreck
It hauls and hauls
And hauls and hauls
When I move one thing
Everything falls
It holds and holds
Each one of my things
All of my girl stuff
But no guy things
It steals and steals
And never deposits
But I forgot to say
That this is my closet
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