The Jungle of Mess that I thought I left behind
I mustered all my courage and stepped in
But nothing could have prepared me for what was in store;
Oh, if I only knew that my future would soon become dim!
Coming fast and unexpectedly the serpent slithered fast
Concocted by the closet demon - of all the clothes forgotten on the floor that was left in the past
Panicked, I proceeded to run out
Only to be bombarded by a tsunami of dity socks, crumpled papers and dust spread throughout
I fought and pleaded for them to let me go
But they just laughed and prepared to give the final death blow
"All hope is lost! I give up! I'm dying! They've won!" I thought miserably
And just as soon