Collisions between yours truly and the missus

Space at a premium

in our apartment
lettered and numbered b44

at Highland Manor,

cuz the spouse

heavily trends toward disorderliness.

She readily admits her predilection

to disavow being a neatnik,

yet owns the capacity
getting down to brass tacks

to tidy up whenever the warden
who rivals the military police

announces requisite inspection.

We dread unwelcome visits

courtesy management triumvirate

whereby anticipatory anxiety
put on high alert,
especially when management

gives less than a week

to critique admitted slovenliness,

moreso linkedin with living social
with the wife what seems like an eternity.

Belongings strewn helter skelter
no matter exhaustive effort I exert
to wage futile effort

analogous battling constant war

upon messiness and

duel against outsize dust bunnies
that put up quite a fight.

Squalid conditions

(hyperbolic exaggerations

incorporated to affect) unfit
for man and/or beast,

hence notion that rocks

and rolls me noggin

while furiously house cleaning

on bended, limned,

and wounded knees,

thus positioned I pray

to Unitarian divine manifestation,

who doth administer enlightenment

as planet earth rotates on its axis

from west to east

revealing scarred, pockmarked,

battered landscape (Gaia weeps)
once pristine virginal

terrestrial firma paradise lost,

where industrialization increased
mayhem across oblate spheroid.

Disproportionate possessions

belonging to the wife

haphazardly and higgledy-piggledy strewn

represents the apotheosis

of hugger mugger decor

and on microcosmic scale

bears witness to global capitulation

and trademark signature

of merciless exploitation

assuaging insatiable gratification

unanimously outsourced

infamous execrable creature

known as Homo sapiens.

Impossible mission

to suppress and withhold
married to counterpart
who would most likely be aghast
at aforementioned tattle tale told,

yet any family member polled
would attest wherever

Harris family dwelled

I lichen their trail

to how tornado didst mold

the landscape, nevertheless
a steadfastness to remain

married and hold

dear significant other

of two plus dozen years

as precious as fine spun gold
yet I daresay wishing
to escape habituations of missus
foremost (tra) reason abduction
fills mine quite over active imagination
please pardon moi being bold.