My biggest flaw is we're hoarders,
My stuff exceeds my house borders,
From door to door,
Ceiling to floor,

I can get there without fail,
Let me bust a trail,
No need to be rash,
Quit calling it trash,

From room to room,
It's too much for a broom,
I have fifty single socks,
I'm not getting rid of that box,

I have all my Hot Wheels cars,
I'll need those empty jelly jars,
Those concert shirts from 1983,
Will once again fit me,

I have collected 1000 beer cans,
Hey my mom made those afghans,
Horse hoof bookends aren't crass,
They actually give the joint class,

Every single cranny and nook,
Is filled with a valuable comic book,
That copper jello mold,
Should never be sold,

No one escapes,
From my videotapes,
I need a trip to the dump,
To get rid of that clump,

This may not be smooth,
Maybe I ought to move,
Or better yet,
A bulldozer is a safe bet.