And then write referential poetry about them:
I purged my shirts, said Hoarder Jake,
Clear-cutting outfits in my wake.
A striped one here, a solid there,
Pink ones that match my underwear.
Deforestation of my shirts
Hits the clutter where it hurts,
But makes a clever metaphor
For Dr. Seuss’s Lorax lore.
I am the Onceler of my clothes,
And in eliminating those
That fill my boxes, shelves and drawers
I find the ones I want to wores.