#16 Mantra of Materialism

O! How I long to be tidy

To have every cute thing in its place

I long for a wizard to decide he

Should miraculously grant me more space.

O! How I long to be cleaner

With wood floors that would shine like the sun.

And each item of clothing much leaner

For a closet that's never undone.

O! How I wish for no messes

In this life that I built for myself.

But I'm afraid that I simply love dresses,

And what's life, if not filling a shelf?