Eight-line Poems 2

Out of Order

Out of Order

Mock the humble collector if you will,
he remains the epitome of logic still,
the basis of our civilisation
and fountain of improvisation.

This drive to have things one by one
is reason why the machine doth run,
and beyond the border
chaos reigns over order.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 12.05.25
Prompt: Write a poem about ‘out of order.’