ode to a messy office

pay no attention to the erratic meter. i obviously didn't.

office, office, how shall i clean thee?
where do i begin with all this miscellany?
the bossman wants me to make you clean
i can't imagine why, it's not as if you're seen
you're stuck in a corner, hidden from view
because you are mine, and i am thine too
don't know whence to start, or how to commence
what of this is trash, and what can i fence?
you're orderly enough for my taste, no doubt
alas, dummies can't figure my genius system out
an idea is upon me, an epiphany i hatch
where's the fire exit, i'm striking a match