World of the Ocd
People enjoyed laughing at Adrian Monk
And his obsessive/compulsive disorder
Now I'll open the lid, come out of the trunk
I'll be a neat freak for my life's remainder
Like Mr. Monk, I can't tolerate a mess
Just one speck of dust and I must act quickly
With perpetual cleaning I am obsessed
I've a terrible fear of growing sickly
Neighbors call me the original "white glove"
But behind my back, I think they're mocking me
I'm paranoid too, not a trait I'm proud of
So welcome to my world of the OCD
Entry for Francine Robert's Tell Us Something We Didn't Know contest
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