Clutterbugs
there was a crooked man
who had a crooked house
full of so much detritus
you couldn’t fit a mouse
freezers packed up to the doors
they almost wouldn’t close
but make no comments, see no wrong
or you’ll step on someone’s toes
rooms are full of random clothes
dresser’s used for knitting
boxes stacked up to the roof-
someone needs babysitting
the child that left five years ago
forgot her bedroom closet
was almost full of bric-a-brac
a clutterbug’s deposit
the one that flew a year ago
left all in disarray
a broken CD stereo
that wouldn’t even play
his home’s become a muse-e-um
he thinks he’s had enough!
but, make a move to clean it up?
Don’t touch my effing stuff!
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
