Chaos Vaccine

It's been two months

Since the time that he replaced his windshield wipers

And every time they would swash 

He would scream hogwash

Bob was so upset 

'Cause they weren't wiping correctly

And out of wiper fluid

Bob added  mouth wash 

Which did the job but cost a fortune

Bob scrolled for hours, days, months, on the web

To try to understand why his wipers didn't wipe

Leaving terrible unforgiving streaks on 

His windshield meaning that while driving 

He

Either had to look over or under the streak

A trail of un-wiped water

Similar to the trail of a slug

Except it was dangerous.

His life was unravelling

Like the yarn of a knitted sweater

Often late to work

He was given several warnings

"You're not doing your job, Bob!"

"You're taking too long, Bob!"

So he went to the doctor 

He explained

How

Seemingly due to one windshield wiper

His life had taken a turn

The doctor, from behind her glasses

Pushed "Enter" on her keyboard 

And said: "You appear to have ChaosChrom22

It's a form of Chaos

That typically starts with a meaningless event 

That

Balloons, inflates into something magnanimously disturbing."

The doctor once again pushed "Enter"

and said,

"I have a dose I will give to you right away."

Licking her upper lip from left to right which made Bob think of his 

Windshield Wiper

After the shot

Bob trotted out of the office

Still feeling distraught 

He wondered why Science didn't put him in

The Comfort Zone

He wondered if the Science was eluding him or Science was Chaotic?

Was not ChaosChrom22 a manifestation 

Of a State of Exaggeration

That had no place in society?

Hence, Bob deduced

Chaos was an outcast

Not to be embraced 

Rather fettered with manicles

 Chains swinging and ringing like

Disgruntled bells

Raging

Bob drove home in the rain

Looking above and under the streak of water

That wasn't wiping  properly

He thought of the doctor pushing "Enter"

He wanted to

But didn't know how.