Pushing On From OCD

“Nothing worth repeating,
Is ever worth doing”

I remember this line often,
And when I find myself repeating,

I listen to heavy music,
Push on, do press-ups,
Just ignore the f***ing bastard urge,

β€”The perfectionism of a random, obtuse action,
Because I don’t want to look like,
I’m having a spasm,

Which is precisely what I’m doing now,
This poem is done,
Goodbye, go to hell.

πŸŒͺ

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