Tomorrow I say

I’ll clean my room

It’ll be squeaky clean

But when tomorrow comes

A rule of thumb

Is to leave so unclean

Mom shouts at me

While I continue to be

Totally uncaring

I mean it’s my room

I like it this way

That is what I say

But in truth Ugh it’s annoying

Eventually

Someday

In this lifetime

I will clean my room

I’ll pick up the pen

The lipgloss bottles too

And oh my gosh

That room will look new