Oh, massive amounts of crap in my house
How you fill my heart with apprehension
You hide my favorite shirts
I can find my marching band t-shirt again and again
Why do you do this, mess in my house?
Have I wronged you in some fashion?
It must be so
For why else would you
Keep my shoes from finding me
And clutter up my bathroom so
You win this round, crap in my house
But be forewarned:
I will return
With a vacuum