Laundry Bag

I’m currently my laundry bag:
I’ve been lying around all week
For you to trip over me;
I’ve been sitting around
Waiting for someone,
Oh someone please take me out
Of here.

I’ve been filling, and filling
My head up with trash,
And all your dirty laundry
And all your dirty thoughts
And all your old secrets
Lying in my pit that you forgot

And I’m in the one you want
To hide when your friends are around
Just a silent slide, underfoot
And then you think I’m gone

But I’m not;
Constant presence in your life
Constantly in your lies
My sloth like appearance belied
By nothing in particular

And if you’re so inclined
And if you have the time,
Can you please spare a minute
And straighten out my tangles?