A neat and tidy life she leads
Every day the same
To keep it all under tight wraps
is her only aim
In her mind she organizes
Replace, rotate, no compromises
Every thought and every word,
They're all arranged by sizes
Every thing has its' own place
That she's made just for it
Ideas go here, memories go there,
No mess will she permit
By each night her mind-desk is cleared
No stray documents are found
Until morning comes they lay in files
Waiting safe and sound
But sometimes something new will come
In a way quite efficiently
Better known as a fax,
but to her, a facsimile
Startled by the incoming message
She rushes to give it a home
- It does not fit with any files
Registers, databases, or others of the like,
She leaves it sitting on her desk
Where it sat overnight
Without a place of its' own
The message grew and grew
Without a spot to place it in,
She didn't know what to do
As it grew out of her control,
She watched with total awe
It overtook her entire world
All she did was withdraw