The art of placing a drying rack

Clothes are wet, soaked and damp, They’re in the way in my apartment. To place the rack, to feel so cramped. Block the hallway, filled by damn Towels and trousers and band shirts and shit. Six and a half pairs of socks that don’t fit. Worn out underwear and my blue jacket. Lined up in rows, lying beneath those hid' Lies a room I haven’t seen much, Because it’s always filled with moist clothing Gosh darn fuck.