By The Codex
Books litter the floor
The swivel chair is piled high with junk
Right beside the door
A calendar, old
All sorts of clothes to fold
Lemon Pledge and a lamp
A notebook with a stamp
The floor needs a vacuum
The wood needs a dusting
The closet is what
Most would call disgusting
Cups sit in the corner
So do some crates
A faded blue binder
Marked up with dates
Stuffed animals sit
All over the bed
So does a bobble head
With a crack in it’s head
Maybe I should start cleaning
Though it’s boring to the core
I sit and ponder this
Maybe I’ll write a just little more.

