Big Junk Boom

We are in the midst of a big junk boom

So much that I must look for room

Room for current accumulation

Of what I call possession inflation

As I look through the house to find storage space

I search endlessly for any such place

That would serve to help hide recent additions

And force those treasures into attrition

For we all know those treasures can soon overwhelm

If somebody doesn’t take over the helm

And help place our ship on a much straighter course

To nip in the bud the mysterious source

So look for the boxes with their mouths open wide

And fill them with items you can no longer hide

Those items whose usefulness can no longer be measured

Could very well end up as some other’s treasures.