Bits of Rapping

It's rubbish, it's trash
Deserves to be consumed
In fire and ash
It's envelopes and
Bits of wrapping
Where's it all come from?
What's been happening
To my ordered life
With things in places?
Now my room
Just disgraces
Me and I can't turn round
Without I kick or knock
Some cardboard box
Or pile of stuff.
I'm out of here,
I've had enough!