I'm tagged with names like slob and louse
If I leave things around the house.
Throughout the day you'll hear her say,
"Here. Put these blasted things away."

Oh, I could never be content
In such a bland environment
Devoid of personality.
I much prefer reality.

She can have her sterile bubble
With its cares and constant trouble.
My study is my haven fair,
And I receive some solace there.

I thank the Lord I've got a place
Where I can go without disgrace
And keep my stuff stacked up in piles
And navigate through narrow aisles.