Packing And Stuffing Poem by TR Jones

I have a deep dark space
Where I store my true face
Its deep inside my chest
Where it is hidden best

Lately its been added to
Many things are brand new
Push the cob webs away
This stuff is here to stay

Oh no we are running out of room
Are we facing certain doom?
What happens when the space is gone?
What evil will it spawn?

The walls are bulging out
The end is near no doubt
How much more can I fit?
Oh this must be it

One more thing to hammer in
Lets fill up this hidden bin
What could one more hurt?
With disaster I dare to flirt

What will happen when its undone?
And the contents begin to run
What will become of me?
Just wait and we shall see