The lovely Caroline suggested listing the contents of my bag. I don't have a bag (baby) but I have a wallet...
Metrocard (subway pass)
2 Visa check cards
Visa credit card
Business card for our apartment complex's office
Friend's realtor business card
Social Security card
An expired prescription card
UMUC ID card
Business card from a bar (Jimmy's No 43 in Manhattan)
NY state driver's license
Local Union #3 member's card
IBEW calendar card
Queens library card
Master Card check card
7 ATM receipts
Last week's paycheck & stub
Picture of a bottle of Pride & a bottle of Joy ("Want to see my pride & joy?")
Picture of Jennifer (wife)
Picture of Joe (son) at age 8
Picture of Amanda (daughter) at age 1
Picture of Sophia (niece/ goddaughter) at 6 mos
Picture of Joe age 2
Picture of Amanda 6 mos.
Picture of Joe 6 mos
Picture of Joe age 5
Metal-stamped Social Security card
Optometrist business card
3 doctors office receipts from 5 years ago.
Mensa membership card
This, of course, all inspires a poem...
by Tony LaRocca
All my life can be explained by garbage on the floor.
All my life in cluttered piles leading to the door.
So much extra energy is wasted trying to get through the day
So much time is lost in trying to guess what I had to say.
Clutter in my mind, clutter in my pocket, clutter around my belly,
One day too much clutter in my heart will turn my brain to useless jelly!
Do you really need this, do you really need that, papers wrapped with strings and tape,
If I can find a shovel small enough, I’ll dig my mind out and escape!