I know this is a cumbersome

way to describe untidyness

but,

these clothes loitering about

with the howl of infamous popularity

are bugging me

Shoes that kick my conscience,

socks flying away,

growling as they've been

mistreated by the dirt,

well my feet enjoyed their service,

so my laziness cares less

in negligence

The beauty of my bedsheet,

imprisoned by wreckless wrinkles,

wrinkles of an eighty year-old lady,

surely, carelessness has made

it old, before time

well the laundry basket

sit there, dejected,

because it feels so sorry

that we're enemies

The washing machine

just shakes it head,

wondering how it will puke,

when my dirty clothes

come for a sanitry visit!

                                           By Kakraba Afful