Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
There I’ve said it out loud
Having it does not make me proud
I get obsessed with certain things
Like writing poetry or buying rings
I change my compulsions now and then
Sometimes it just happens on a whim
I might want to go to yard sales every week
To buy old things that I will want to keep
Or go shopping for lovely new clothes
My closet(s) are completed filled with those
It was a man named Dennis for a while
Now he is just cramping my style
My hair is growing out right now
When it gets longer, I will cut it any how
Shoes are one thing I think I will want next
Cause it has been a while since my last fix
OCD has taken control, don’t you see?
It makes me crazy, but it makes me…me!
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