Amateur Transplants

You just can't go to sleep
Until, you've cleaned the kitchen

And then you spend an hour
Locking all the doors

Everything you own
Is in alpabetical order

You're terrified of germs
And scrub your hands red raw

But now you've come for help
And I shall be your saviour

Cuz I have got a name for your irrational behaviour
OCD, OCD, OCD
You have OCD

Did you turn the gas off?
Maybe you should go and see!