Rant and File

Oh, sloppiness, you rebel muse, you fuel my frenzied mind,

In your tangled web of chaos, true freedom I find.

A stack of dog-eared notebooks, amid the cluttered mess,

I dance upon the razor’s edge, in a state of wild distress.

To hell with neatness, with tidy rows and lines,

Give me the twisted wreckage, where creativity shines.

In the midst of disarray, where madness takes its toll,

I find the rawest beauty in the chaos of the soul.

So raise a glass to sloppiness, to disorder run amok,

For in the midst of madness, we find our truest luck.

In the chaos of existence, where nothing’s as it seems,

We find our twisted paradise, in sloppiness, our dreams.

Oh, sloppiness, you savage beast, you haunt me in my sleep,

In your screaming madness, my wildest passions leap.

So let us embrace the chaos, let us revel in the mess,

For in the heart of sloppiness, we find our truest zest.