How can one acquire the world,
In one little room with four walls?
Iv'e got junk from my past everywhere,
Clothes, and trinkets and an assortment of balls.
I've got candles, masks, and books galore,
Haven't read one in a while, oh, and swords.
And blankets, sleeping bags and boxes,
All filled with meanings and words.
Giving it all away and sending it somewhere,
Anywhere, just not here with me anymore.
No thank you, Sir, I do not want your broken umbrella,
I just gave three away, along with an old apple core.
I got it when I was two but don't need it here,
I would like to start over in this beautiful new year.
So, take what you want and don't mention it again,
Just get it out of my sight and take this frikin pen!
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