STUFF

Our closets stuffed
with junk and such
we found out we
had kept too much

As we progressed
through boxes bunched
we felt despair
it ate our lunch

We drug out more
we huffed and puffed
the trash can said
enough's enough

Discovered we
had kept too much
as years collect
so does one's stuff

It was a trend
we had to buck
cause once it stays
so grows your stuff

Yet in the end
we called its bluff