The Collector Poem by Lorene Kinsey

Once I knew a junk collector, quiet as could be
Acquired miscellaneous items, then tucked away neatly

Now this is just the beginning, my what a shock
I’d never seen so freakishly, organization down to socks.

Stacked soups, rice, canned chicken, carefully tucked away
I could not escape quick enough, so nerve-wracking to stay.

A place for every item in labeled cabinet, drawer and box
If ever he looked through my things, his eyes would surely pop.

Closet lined with clothes, sorted plaid, white, blue, black
Shoes mated, laces tucked, and by the door on racks

CD’s in one place, lined the shelves alphabetically,
The same is said for his small collection of, old rerun DVDs.

Could not help myself from being, taken back a bit
Never seen such organization in one person’s collection of
it.