Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Every effort must pass through the peel like orange
the desired is the only way, there’s no range
and having a taste difficult to be bargained for any exchange
thus, anything other than perfection is mange.
Doing it right is limited, just doing becomes strange
giving a helping hand to keep things arranged
is like putting a spoilt urban model in a Grange.
such a soul is easily irritable but yet not ready to change.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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