Household Clutter

I dream of a day when I can see
an apartment clear of clutter and debris.

Too many bodies spread across the floor.
I wish they would all head out the door.

A home of my own to relax and rest,
but people keep intruding on my little nest.

Stealing and munching on all my food,
acting stupid, immature and crude.

There's little privacy, and lots of noise.
Only a few actually live here, mostly boys.

Strangers stop by with intent on crashing.
They sleep over uninvited, time for head bashing.

I'm over it all, I'm sick and tired.
If this was a job, they'd all be fired!