"Why Can't I Make My Bed?"
Why can't I make my bed?'cause there's things going
on in my head.
Mumbled and jumbled
tumbled and rumbled
clutter, matter, piles
gettin' fatter
shoes all scattered
out of control
no rhyme nor reason
why do i care
it's only me that i'm pleasin'
clothes on the floor
towels hangin' on the door
scramble eggs of a room
brain drain and doom
who's who or is it whom
why do i stay up 'til three
'cause i hate goin' in there you see
a reflection of the torment
inside of me.
just turn off the light
it'll be all right
afterall it's night
no time to make a bed
now go rest your head
the demon's have all
been fed.
GOODNIGHT!
Kathy, the insomniactic slob
who cleans everyone's
house but here own, Lockhart
Ain't it the truth!
9/10/06 3:03 am
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-09-10 at 09:07
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