Baggages and Parcel Paper

I've brought more than enough in jars and bags

Boxes and barrels and tubs and basins

Containers of every size and shape

With a true hoarder's motivations

I've brought more than enough because you asked me to

And more than enough that you never

I brought it all to the place where it all lined up

Till a very thin line was severed

I've brought more than enough that was never mine

But in the end it was all left to me

And inside of each one cries an insufficient voice,

"If it's your fault, then please set us free!"

I've brought more than enough out of spite for myself

And certainly more than I planned

I thought, I think, that you brought some too

But not now with how supply exceeds demand

I've brought more than enough and am drowning in it

As you walk farther and farther from shore

I am suffocating underneath all I've been bringing

And yet still I find myself bringing more