Chaos

Neat and tidy, neat and tidy.
That’s how I like things.
Pencils know their place, but sometimes the 

lava can be difficult. It likes to go with the 

flow. That is not the way of things. No way.

Not here. I keep them in line. I show them 

who’s boss. Let me tell you what happens 

if the drawers are not lined up, if the books 

don’t climb like stairs. Chaos reigns and the 

forks get out of hand.