Syndrome

Boxes must be in alphabetical order

Fruit in the shop stacked just perfectly

Books on a shelf in order of title

Or in height, so they look nice

A stray hair causing agony to a tired mind

Constantly obsessing over little things

Rows of tomatoes perfectly spaced

A single plant out of line...ugh

The world must be logical

The world must be in order

It isn't, but that's people's faults

The screaming ones, the disruption

Like a clot being scratched from a wound

Order, please, order

No riots, no yelling

Quiet tones, like a library

Quiet, please, quiet

Don't scream in my face, it hurts

Let's just be silent and think about logic

Logic, beautiful, impartial logic

#poetry