Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Wash my hands.
Scrub them till my skin peels.
If there's soap it's good
with detergent is better.
Wash in rigid rythm
(miss a spot I won't).
When I'm done I dry my hands
then do it over again.
Scare away my kin.
At least my hands are clean.
An original assortment of irreverent, irrelevent, flippant, obscure and cacophonous rambles. By the Artful Dodgy
Thursday, December 04, 2003
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