Cleaning the Clutter, Freedom's door

The day is coming--just mark my words,
when each pen that skips or won't write,
will take its place in the garbage interred,
and be banished from my very sight.

The staples that don't fit the present device,
receipts from things not tax exempt,
old lists and coupons,expired, half-price,
all keeping my work space unkempt.

Paper clips, bent out of shape and unusable,
along with the trashing of spent pad and pen,
self-sealing envelopes no loner fusible;
I'll be master of my desk again.