Organized, Not

There is nothing
That annoys me more
Than losing something
That I was sure

I had set aside
In a safe spot
I’ll remember that!
But then I forgot

Months or days later
I search for the thing
But my bad memory
No bells does it ring

Finally I find
Whatever was missing
But never before
Bad words I get hissing

I put it there?
Surely I jest
That’s the last place I’d look
On my stupid-thing quest!

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