Sloppy Sloth Desk

Lens cloths

Pencils

Discarded cookie fortunes

Both new and  used Q-Tips

And some rolled away Tums antacids

So is the picture of the catch all desk

The one with the old computer on it

The one with the half finished Erector set train on it

The one that doubles as a clean clothes waystation

For after folding

But before putting away

A place to rest

A place to stay

Never to be properly stowed

Until chanced upon in a minute of need

Then picked up, thrown on, and worn

This is what sloppiness breeds

This is the desk of sloth

Cute but oh so slow

To do anything of consequence

And the worst part is that he knows

But he doesn't care

For he is sloth

And by the time he cares

It doesn't matter anymore anyways