I come a the end of the day to sit infront of my computer <br />and instead I find myself facing a messy clutter <br />I dont even remember how the surface of a table was meant to be <br />i all hope for is to find it atleast once empty <br /> <br />It seems like no one in this house <br />is clever enough to acknowledge <br />that a computer table is meant for a computer <br />not for your lazily thrown garbage <br /> <br />I now see right infront of me <br />hair combs left after combing busily <br />(with some hair stuck in the teeth) <br />below that there are a variety of cd's <br />some our own and some brought on lease <br />atleast the ones evrey one uses once in a while could look much better <br />properly dressed with those orange covers <br />and what's that i find below those disks almost hid away <br />a greeting card from my friends on my birthday <br />(which is the last thing I hope find in this way) <br /> <br />These things don't seem awful <br />but sometimes even clothes are left to dry <br />& you can't imagine all that dust no one bothers to clean <br />all resulting in raising my mother's temper indeed high <br /> <br />! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! <br /> <br />(then next comes what we all dread <br />mama's lifting her axe and the table is now dead)<br /><br />amans bho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-every-family-s-table-must-look-like/
