Messy Man: A Sacred Poem
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Messy Man
On the weekend I will clean,
And my rooms will have the sheen
Of good order, and the grounds
Of my living shall resound
With avowals they are fit
Tents to be where he might sit.
Selfish is the messy man,
Whose fortress rusts like a can
Left unwashed, upon which thrives
Death’s decay, a wormy hive.
But…