Analysis of All is in Order

All is in Order

My sticky notes, don’t quite adhere,
Not the shark of sharpness, that is clear.
Of forgoing order, I have no fear,
I’ll drop the mike and have a beer.

Scribbled in a scanty, squirrel-like manner,
Plans go awry before placed in my planner.
No ace with the copier, worse with the scanner,   
For my swelling trash basket, you must wave a banner.

Start a tardy award, and I’ll sure win.
The meeting is over, before I get in.
The ball is dropping, no way to stop it,
It’s a spillage of non-diligence, no way to mop it.

For each great and neatly arranged scheme,  
The upended results become a bad dream.    
My time management clock has twisted hands.
My hourglass is jammed with shiftless sands.

I’ll make three trips to get a paper clip.  
My chaotic mind is certain to slip.
Better find that reminder, to remember my binder.
Where is that daily agenda? Wish my mind was kinder.

Yet, why should order be in such demand,
When daily regiments are so undermanned.
Letters form words for sentences or verse,
It will be finalized for better or worse.

For each document well plotted,
There is a stain on a tie never spotted.
And for well-crafted notes, by a window ajar   
An indifferent wind is never too far.