The sales pitch for growing up
Is a simple formula that’ll make you happy
Work hard, be smart, always smile
And everything will fall into place
Exercise, education equates to elation
But nobody mentions the things that hide round the corner
Nobody reads the fine print of chaos and disorder
What to do if your mind attacks you
What to say if you’re wasting away
You’ve signed up for it now, and life demands payment in full
The Poetry of OCD 