• Come to my room and you will see a desk,
    and a very cluttered one at that.
    Crackers and snacks lay about,
    even spilling onto the mat.

    You may see on it some papers and notes,
    all with some random things.
    Written out of poetry, stories, notes,
    and even the song that my heart sings.

    You can see many pictures as well,
    pictures of crosses, family, and more.
    Pictures that are funny, happy, sad,
    and some that will disturb you to the core.

    On my desk, tiny pieces lay,
    nuts, screws, and bits of leather.
    Parts, scattered big and small,
    just waiting to be put together.

    Office supplies are on my desk,
    some stacked and hiding from site.
    Staples, scissors, paper clips,
    and even pens to help me write.

    On my desk there is a lot of old projects,
    most forgotten and some in work.
    Things like movies, machines books,
    and things just to give me a jerk.

    On my desk are things,
    things that I have been looking for, for some time.
    Papers, books, legos, and toys,
    all laying beneath the grime.

    My Desk, a messy one for sure,
    A sign of my sloth and greed.
    My Desk, this I know for sure,
    it is a Cluttered Desk indeed.