Compulsions - Poem by Venus Lanaux
Shoes little to big straight in a row.
Perfectly wrapped presents, and I'll tie the prettiest bow-
But not until I fix my hair.
What could you have said if you weren't even there?
Back to what I was saying,
Things that must be done without delaying:
The dishes must be washed, and the trash, removed,
Another may retain, but I... I must clean up THAT food.
Yes, I am COMPELLED wash my hands once more.
How do I know they were REALLY clean before?
Don't mind me, I'm just running a few minutes behind.
I'll start getting ready at 4: 30, maybe even five,
If only I weren't so OBSESSED with RITUAL, I'd have made it on time.
Irresistible impulses controlling the way I live my life.
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