Chaos faces Cosmos

I and Eye, and Aye, were helplessly confounded. Ouch!
Chaos mumble jumble underscored their endless bitching.
You see, whereas cosmos is law and order and precision,
chaos is the violent cousin of the imprisoned.

I and Eye and Aye were like pent up tubes of pigment,
that womb squeezed firm, and there oozed out
a desire like no other, to paint something super special
like, let's say, a Great Wall of China Mural?

I was game.
Eye dove in.
Aye yelled "yes" in escalation.
And by Jove, they done did it!

I and Eye and Aye felt really comfy.
Like three pigs in a blanket, they saute delicious.
Though falling short of The Great Wall of China Mural,
they had successfully defiled a hitherto empty canvas.