mess

My house's a mess...
Why?... you'd never guess.
Is the any clue?
Why there are so many bags of glue?

I don't wonder why there's no woman in a dress...
Yet man... there's no more stress.
I did what i could...
Something most of you never would...

So many bottles of beer...
The substance i so fear....
Wait what did you read or hear?
Many friends died from alcohol, many dear...

Now my home needs cleaning
And this poem has almost no meaning.
My friends will help me...
I have many types of friends you see...

this picture is not my own