well, now
it’s all
messy
look at
what you’ve
done
it looks
broken,
disheveled
you’re a
lawless
little thing
and I must
put you
back
into
order
I thought
I had sufficiently
pinioned you
in place
but you
interrupted
my concentration,
my rhythm,
my timing
when you
opened
your hot
little
miscreant
mouth
and so,
I had to
fill it with
something
shut it up,
make it
quiet
and now,
everything
is a wreck
chaotic,
unkempt,
all in
disarray
I’m going
to have to
pick up
the pieces,
myself,
and put them
back in the
box
I was
planning
to make you
do that
for me
but now,
you’re
obviously
in no
condition
at all
shambles
it will
not come
easily
it’s going
to take some
pressure,
elbow grease,
and circular
motion
all of these
stains
you’ve
made
hot water
and soap
might not be
enough
utterly
destroyed
and I’d had
so many
beautiful,
imaginative
plans
for the
rest of the
evening
©️2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
