No more delight in disorder


Chaotic cleaning
Mind is steaming
Mind is dreaming
Of literally anything else
Old Boxes and broken bags
Messed up Packages and discolored tags
Dust, garbage, and glitter
Everywhere the ground is littered
I must confess
It’s a terrible mess
But I mercilessly organize it all
So next winter it will work nothing slide and fall
No more delighting in disorder
Delight in decluttering