I want to clean out the big closet.
Got a lot of stuff I don’t need in it.
Trash bags full of papers that aren’t important anymore.
Boxes for things that probably won’t need boxing up ever again.
And the boxes are too big to let the cats play in.
Or, I suppose, live in if I decide to quit my job and become a bum.
I’m a little too old to make a play house out of them.
It’s strictly sofa cushions at my age.
Get the hell away from my fort.
Or I’ll burn down your cardboard box.