Mr. Perfect OCD
He folds his clothes in perfect order.
He puts his toothbrush in line with his floss.
He thinks whenever I get something that I’m a hoarder.
He always has to be the boss.
He mops the floor 25 times a day
and washes the dishes three times each.
He always has to get his way
and never misses a chance to teach.
He doesn’t take his pills for OCD
and blames me for these compulsions.
HE blames every single thing on me.
It makes me want to go into convulsions.
He makes the bed a certain way
and straightens drawers every morning.
His OCD is here to stay
and flares up with little warning.
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