Clutterbug Poem by George Hunter

I’m sitting here watching a soap
Makes me really feel like a dope.
...Instead of wasting my time
...I should get off the dime
But I’m finding it hard to cope

I should clean up this place
It’s really a paper chase.
... It has me reeling
... Stuff piled to the ceiling.
It’s just an old rat race.

I feel that if I clean up it all
That I will die in the fall
...But it will reduce the gloom
... If I can clean up this room
So I’ll try to get on the ball.

But I feel if this junk goes away
That there will be hell to pay
...So to keep on living
... At least till Thanksgiving
The stuff has to stay where it may

So I’ll work at all this mess
And try to pass the test
...They say that if I had my druthers
... I’d be one of the Collyer brothers
... But that is not true
... I swear it to you
I’ll try to do my best.

The shrinks all call it disposophobia
It’s worse than triskaidekaphobia
...It’s when you can’t bear
...To dispose of what’s there...
... You can’t throw stuff away
... Everything has to stay
... There’s no vaccine to ease
...This dreadful disease
I might as well move to Monrovia,