An infectious order of things

A charming, well kept home

Absolutely meticulous

Not a spot of



Rigerously sprayed



The air replaced

By cleaning products


No pests

Nor pesky flies

Their corpses

Suspended on window stickers

A graveyard of insects


Bacteria struggles to make a living here

They must emigrate

To find lukewarm pastures


No children

To screw with the


Of neatly folded up clothes

Or properly propped up cushions


No partner

To add chaos

To a chaos controlled and monitored house

Love is too messy


Everything is pristine

Everything is in order







Author: Jack Bennett

Motorcyclist and Poet Riding and writing

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