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My room is clean, my bathroom's squeaky,

I'm so obsessed with being clean,

It's really kinda freaky.

Sorted by color, size and sleve length,

I'd spend this much time on my life,

But I just can't find the strength.



Color coordinated closet,

Why do I waste my time?

Makes me think I maybe lost it.

I'm just so pissed cuz I exist,

But haven't mastered nothing.

Almost like I've never been kissed.



Don't see how it womps to be me,

But, you're just too blind.

Trust me, just me, don't be hasty.

I spend my time stuck in my room,

Cuz I control the world inside it,

Grasping nothing outside my tomb.



Clean, controlled, and manageable,

Life's too fast for me to grasp,

I like to have what's tangeable.

I'm just not real great at nothing,

It's easy to be clean.

Don't need skills for nothing.

      -Lo Ruhamah