What is all this STUFF?

[seriouslyme]

Empty water bottles lain on the desk,
clothes on the floor next to the hamper,
strewn books, papers, makeup, cards,
and STUFFED ANIMALS too!
There’s the deco duck tape she begged for,
costing $5/roll, still not used.
“But EVERYONE is making pen flowers, mom!” Ugh…
Tiptoeing from one clean carpet patch to another,
I feel like a frog with his lily pads,
or a soldier braving across a minefield.
The computer screen blares constantly,
sounds bleeping from incoming Skype calls,
a plate with remaining dinner from hours earlier
and she says, “I’m still eating that!”
More stuff, even scary stuff still may loom.
I enter cautiously and get out quick,
Zoloft can only do so much.
I’m ready for a bulldozer, a wrecking ball
or a full blown demolition team.
I have begged, pleaded, grounded her
but still the dazed look on her face
throws me when I demand action.
I am making my plans,
covert cleanup, kid’s room coup,
overthrow of the bedroom...
No matter what, the big sweep of all sweeps
Like a mega broom pushing it all off a cliff.
Time to purge the endless stuff:
stuff she never uses,
stuff she’s outgrown,
stuff that looks like garbage,
it’s just too much stuff!