Most people they don't love a mess,
Though for me I feel I must profess,
It is all dependent on the mess,
Or more so what the mess is I guess.
There is of course the type of mess,
That often brings unwelcomed stress.
There are messes that cause more,
And some other messes much less.
There are also the kind of messes,
That push you past just stressed.
You know the ones just bad enough,
They can even leave you depressed.
Some messes they just happen,
Some simply out of our own hands.
You will never see them coming,
Regardless of anything you planned.
Messes are cold, messes are hot.
Some easily seen some hard to spot.
Most messes you can clean right up,
Yet some messes you just cannot.
They come at a cost are rarely free,
But messes can be quite fun you see.
Now I understand if you do not agree,
You've just yet to meet a mess like me.
So with that said let me now confess,
I can be a total blast most certainly yes.
I am many things but above all the rest,
I will forever be my own hot mess.
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