Disorder

Organisation - the curse of the nation

Give me chaos any day
A mess that I can take away
To dump somewhere and leave around
The silent sob without a sound

What is the point in order?
When the world is just disorder.
A jumbled joke of things unfound
A sock that slumbers underground

Find me if you dare
In a world that just don't care
If things get lost or run away
They'll find themselves come what may

We work so hard to find some sense
In a world of decadence
Where tumbling weeds find their way
Across a desert of dismay

Find me some fun
A shaft of light a place to run
It's not a crime to want to shine
In this shabby world of mine