Never Neat

Not a single strand of hair out of place

My desk, a well-organized space

My home kept spotlessly clean

Not a speck of dirt to be seen

My penmanship perfect, in letters neat

Arranged in straight lines on crisp white sheets

My clothes unwrinkled, my makeup flawless-

Once upon a time I aspired to this neatness

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I have had a penchant for disorderliness

I am almost always messy, I confess

When I was young I thought my lack of neatness

Was indicative of a brain that could not process

Complex tasks well- neatness I equated

With an intelligent mind, for lack of it myself I berated

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I have come to terms with my affinity towards entropy now

I have thrived despite my disorderliness somehow

My messy nature could have been a catalyst for my creativity

I no longer try to make neatness a priority