Mess

All over the place
But no one cares.
Later it'll clean
Without losing face.

Each can bear
To do as desired.
Slowed thick pace,
With little care.

Having wanted,
However it be,
None do dare
To stand disagreed.

With little time free
It so seems
That when not gleaned
Joy would flee.

Though it gleamed
A trying disgrace;
None would fair
Without extremes.