Neatness, neatness, OCD
One who is neat is cleaning all day
Cleaning, cleaning without a word or thought
So that her obsession can be brought,
To nothing but an annoyance
One day cleaning a clock does appear
It goes with nothing and fits nowhere
Stare at this clock, while being thrown outside
Into the streets you'll see
The girl and man
They're bloody and sweaty
One shrieks at you
The other hangs there limp and cold
As you look the girl keeps shrieking
Before you know it you let out a cry of terror
The cry grows louder and yet louder
Till your ears feel they must bleed
You sit bolt upright in bed
Panting and gasping and trembling from fright
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