In the Order of Things, Chaos Reigns Supreme
We all have stuff
With our stuff we do our thing
Our thing is making a mess
Which is called creation
Our mistake is thinking we need to clean up our mess
When really, we need only tidy our mess hall
So that we can safely feast
Which we do by blessing the meal
And then trading stories while we eat
About all the adventures and misadventures
That led to the bounty before us
I particularly love cleaning up the mess hall after a big meal
Savoring the delicious irony
In someone who is such a big mess
Reestablishing just enough order
To set the table for more chaos
And who knows what might happen next
In all the chaos
Though we have evidence beyond the shadow of a doubt
That eventually it will be
The stuff of legends
