Delight in Disorder

"A careless shoestring, in whose tie
I see a wild civility"
(Delight in Disorder)

I'm going to blog about this one twice, because it's my birthday and I'll do what I want!
Satire. Please oh please say this is a satire. That's what I wrote in my journal. This sounds so artsy and OMG! She wore that?! It's not in a negative way, though! PS, guess what! I figured out there were oxymorons in this poem WITHOUT the help of the book. I said the wild civility was an oxymoron, I turn the page to look at the questions, and CABLAMO! There she blows, the book confirming my thinking! Yahoo! It's just like America's Next Top Model where they see art as something totally different than me. Gee wiz.