Totalfeckineejit suggests we turn out our pockets, empty our handbags, etc., and come up with a poem about ourselves. Here is my little offering:
I emptied my bag, my personna to find
amazed at the mess that emerged.
What does it say of the state of my mind?
What chaos have I unearthed?
Tickets, tissues, coupons, receipts,
plus numerous oddments en masse
beneath purse, comb, cosmetics, wallet and keys
along with a small looking glass.
I try to be tidy - I try to be neat
but it's oh! so easy to hide
all the clutter of daily life inside my bag
while it still looks smart on the outside!
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