Kitchen

Dishes, dishes piled high
Plates and bowls reach to the sky
A stack of caked on pots and pans
And overflowing garbage cans
Cobwebbed corners, dust and grime
Greasy counters, hardscale lime
Clutter, clutter everywhere
Leaves me in a deep despair
I've lost my legs, I cannot clean
My family thinks that I am mean
Because I bitch and nag and moan
When all I want is pride in home
This is not a personal attack
I just want my kitchen back