I'm so neat,
I'm a freak.
A neat freak,
or so to speak.
Everything in every space,
has its own little place.
Must be straight,
must look tight,
or i find it hard to sleep at night.
You may laugh and point at me,
and talk about my O.C.D.
But I can see you problems big,
compared to me you are a pig.
Ive see the way you keep your house,
it's so disgusting,
shut your mouth.
You could eat off my clean floors,
but I'd wear gloves to touch your doors.
So please don't stand so close to me,
I would prefer to stay germ free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I'm glad to know someone else is this way now I don't feel like such a freak.' Wendy