Inside the Hidden Rhythms of The Office: Stan Morrison’s Poetic Revelation Unveiled
Ever feel like your desk is less a workspace and more a curated chaos museum? That uncanny zone where calendars refuse to catch up with reality and piles of “urgent” papers hold court like relics from a forgotten epoch? Well, you’re not alone—this poem nails that sweet spot between utter disarray and near-telepathic organization. It flips the usual tidy-office gospel on its head with a wink, reminding us that sometimes knowing exactly where to find that crumpled, overdue note counts more than any color-coded filing system ever will. So—what if the art of being “messy” is really just a secret superpower the neatniks will never understand? Dive into this defiant celebration of disorder and see if it doesn’t make you want to dust off that procrastination habit with pride.
My wall calendar is still set on last May
I have redefined the word disarray
The desk is the final resting place for the unresolved
the past due, the neglected and the uninvolved
the unopened, the marked urgent and never done
a sea of pamphlets, journals and manila envelopes
it’s all waiting patiently to see what develops
I know exactly where everything is that I need
And I can lay my hands on it in lightning speed
so, all you obsessive, organized, neatnik types can go to hell
because when you guys straighten up, NO ONE CAN TELL!
