messy room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

-shell silverstein
...does life feel like this sometimes?!! i had this librarian in elementary school who was fearless. she inspired zest in reading & i can still hear her today when i read these zany, clever poems. as i was reading this one, no sooner did i get to the end of the poem that it made me think of the ways we let life get all messy. even at times well intended, we brush important things aside until one day they are completely untidy. there is this quirky song by singer songerwriter david wilcox that talks about cleaning out the mess inside our heads.
I got such a mess between my ears
like dishes in the sink
stuff I don't believe just tumbles in
until I don't have room to think
these dark clouds I've stowed away
just in case of a sunny day
so I can stand in the pouring rain
of every tear I've ever shed
i've got to empty out the inside of my head

this could be a room with such a view,
but its covered up with junk
blocking off the place the light gets through
so it keeps me in this funk

all my failures are on display,
the broken dreams of yesterday
stuff I should have thrown away,
but I've kept it here instead
i've got to empty out the inside of my head

i'd like to turn this place into my home
instead of someplace that I dread
it's the only place thats mine alone,
and I'll live here 'til I'm dead
i'll sort through what I have found,
the stuff that works I'll keep around
but I can't live weighted down
with every cruel word they said
i've got to empty out the inside of my head