"Why did you keep the wet towel on the bed? Haven't I told you earlier?"

"Why is the floor so dirty? Oh! You came in with shoes?!"

"This is the moisturizer's place and that's where the shampoo should be!"

"You washed your shirt's collar with my toothbrush? MY toothbrush??"

"How come the bedsheet has creases and is not flat and straight like I like?!"

"Such an unorganized table! How can you, or ANYONE, work here?!"

"Why is your slipper upside down? I have an OCD! Flip it!!"

"A chair is a place to sit, not hoard clothes!"

"What are you dreaming about? We've got so much work today!"

And, 
amidst all this cacophony,
tell me 
how a man
is supposed to create
anything good and worthy
like
art, music,
or
poetry?