Clutter at work
Old woman in pyjama of flank
Worked whole morn by her front door
At a doghouse framed with collected plank
Shrouded in collage linen and tar
Neighbors look down upon dog and cat
“what a shame! A tumor growth on the flat!”
They frown and gossip and mail her black
But she moves matronly, face held back
A peep into her room may confirm the rumor
Cardboard to the ceiling, bottles over flown
Adopted pets lodge indoor and outdoor
“For a professor, what a disgrace!”they moan
They live a consumerist life, like king
Buying in flashy packs, disposing with no care
Little knowing what disaster they bring
Look around, junks, junks, everywhere!
Surely The prof is not poor, but fully aware
The earth is exhausted by tear ans wear
An old junk, she takes herself graced
Better to make the last use of the waste.