Single/Mess - a poem

Nothing much has changed, it's all still the same.
Maybe after this next birthday it'll be a different game.
I stay at home with family, sorting all their guff
Dealing with their crap and problems and stuff

Put together sister's big tall bed
That honestly I will never use
And then fixed a ceiling fan twice
From heat the controls had melted to goo

We had a junk sale in the yard
Books and clothes very dusty and old
But finding a purchaser was very hard
Even selling beverages that we kept cold!

We didn't break even, selling off the table
Profitability at a yard sale seemed a distant fable
So instead we're left with a cooler full of drink
And a dozen bags of junk that thankfully don't stink

Sending them off, donated to a charity
Somehow the removal seems to bring parity
To a basement or closet filled with excess
Though now we have an even bigger mess.