Messy I will never be,
it causes me great calamity.
A neat freak, that is I;
dust? I say good-bye.
Every item has its place,
if it doesn’t it’s a complete disgrace.
OCD is in my genetics;
if I don’t clean, you’ll have to call the paramedics.
I don’t mean to be this way,
but my disorder can’t be swayed.
I live my life in perfect order,
at least I’ll never be a hoarder.
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