Clutter Poem by Jon Yttri

Fresh new books sit on the rack.
Never seen a single crack.
With these books I have it made.
For the world I would not trade.
Clothes which long went out of style,
In a dusty, musty pile.
Papers stashed a mile high,
I'll read one day, I will my eye.
Send a check to charity. Later.
When? No clarity.
I'm glad I saved from the chute
Accounts which prove my need acute
For food stamps, for public aid.
Trouble is, they've been mislaid.
Would be more likely to turn up
If I searched in city dump.
Birth cert, coupon, pocketbook,
Souvenir from trip I took.
I search from noon til 5: 03.
Christmas card from Aunt Marie.
A solution with appeal
Comes from Biloxi and Mobile.
A flash flood or hurricane
Would remove clutter from domain.
I see no need to celebrate
Our instinct to accumulate.