Poetry

Chaos (#1197)

Why is it always a debacle and a half?
I don’t know if I should cry or laugh,
It’s always such a mixed-up mess,
How fucked up, I just can’t express,
Here logic and order have no place,
It’s like a face full of hot mace,
Unrestrained chaos in its purest form,
A wild and uncontrollable lightning storm,
It seems like everything goes badly amiss,
I must wonder why it’s always like this,
I can attest it wasn’t by divine plan,
I’ll just weather it as best I can,

Any Thoughts?

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