tidy rooms and hopeful mess
uncluttered places and a fallen dress
clothes all folded to a heap expired
slotted in faces suspended on wires
allotted to spaces too defiant for moods
capricious traces lead to an unhappy gloom
when things are on your mind that tug and consume
you need the order of a tidy room
tidy rooms and a depressed mind
a love is lost and a friend despised
she took your man so you took hers
an unenviable task for both concerned
the phone wont ring or beep for a txt
you’ve got pmt and your vex perfumes
a voodoo curse maybe you’ve been hexed
you need the order of a tidy room