What a mess
on the table
at which I sit
every day
a destress
a sure fable
being bit
by an array
of unthought
thoughts
of undone
deeds shunned
I am my own
and the things
displayed
are no clones
of strings
a barricade
against order
of the tallest mean
no hoarder
squeaky clean
I oppose
Me - a jumbled pro.
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