Mr. Mish Mashi

What's in your mind - a million things plucked from behind,
we put them down not always in order, regimen can be a bind;
a Japanese poet was asked where he got his ideas from, sigh,
'My dear boy,' he remonstrated, 'I just pluck them from the sky.'

He said: 'You see those circular stone patterns mon ami,'
'aren't they tranquil, peaceful, better meaning than you or me,'
'There's only green in the garden, don't need pink mindset,'
'Although the seasonal cherry blossom burst is all you'll get.'

Same with literary prose, there' nothing wrong with anything goes,
although of course, order in chaos, include the occasional rose;
'I liked your snake poem - you forgot to mention slanting eyes,'
'remember, there is a future date when your spirit finally dies.' 

I've offset the blame, not just me, time you read your history,
the fact that confusion reigns has never really been a mystery.