My Filthy House
This whole filthy place is a total disgrace.
My house is an absolute mess.
Each corner and door, every window and floor:
disgusting, I sadly confess.
I cannot recall if I’ve tidied at all
At least for a couple of years.
I don’t like to think I’m the source of the stink,
the spatters, the smudges, the smears.
But really, it’s true, for the glop and the goo:
I know, I alone am to blame.
But sometimes I dread if I cleaned it instead,
My home wouldn’t feel quite the same.
I add with a smile to each hideous pile.
I can’t ever clean it, I guess.
I’ll never be free of this dreadful debris.
I’m happier here in my mess.