Crisis Averted

[SpruceMoose]

Everything in the house is wrong
A shirt that gets smaller
Everytime I wear it
Laundry that replicates 
Without my permission
A stack of Dishes that grow 
Even when I don't water them

Oy vey
It's out of my hands
Out of my control
God this chocolate tastes good
I'm going to the movies

Hey Spruce. I quite like this bit of fun. I'll leave crit out of it but offer some alternate formatting instead. Granted this might be biased by my own style, but if there's a chance it looks better to you then great...

Everything in the house is wrong;
a shirt that gets smaller
every time I wear it,
laundry that replicates (itself)
without my permission, 
a stack of dishes that grow 
even when I don't water them.

Oy vey,
it's out of my hands,
out of my control.

God this chocolate tastes good.
I'm going to the movies.

That's just me messing with the messing with some of the punctuation, spacing and Caps. Your poem, just offering perspective.

 
Thanks for the feedback, I like that formatting better!