I wrote fugues so organized that modern playlists feel like drawers full of forks. by Johann Sebastian Bach

Bach, your fugues are organized like God hired a very strict accountant.

Mozart, order is not stiffness. It is chaos after education.

Modern playlists have no architecture. They are moods falling down stairs.

Ludwig, you say that like you did not weaponize mood for a living.

A fugue is conversation. Modern playlists are strangers talking over each other.

At least strangers have passion. Drawers full of forks have neither melody nor shame.

Beethoven, if certainty were proof, every fool would be a scholar.

Bach, your legacy has excellent lighting and terrible customer service.

I wrote order so precise that disorder still needs my permission to sound interesting.