Project: Sister Removal

Oh dear sister, how you irk me so. Your possessions crowd me from head to toe. Bed Head products fill the bathroom sink. Soap bottles galore that utterly stink. There are four cars two of them are yours. Every damn morning moving them is a chore. All foods marked “Rachel’s” is not discreet. Not a single soul is allowed to eat. Laden with furniture the basement went AWOL. Your Ikea bookcase is no where close to small. When you left our house all your junk poofed. You sapped up space There’s no need for proof. No matter what you really should know that I still love you but your stuff needed to go.