Groupin’ everything within my view,
freakin’ out if anything’s askew.

If that should happen I’ll become untethered;
everything where it belongs: my strict measure.
Something’s misplaced and I will freak and zoom to
groupin’ things so they are not askew,
needin’ to see unobstructed views.

It’s obvious, I think that you can see:
I am a poor victim of OCD.
I cannot stand it if all is not neat. Must
group it in any and in all rooms.
Neatness, next to godliness: my view.
Kondo Deo.

I’ll keep expunging clutter every day.
Marie Kondo–like, I’ll throw junk away.
I’ll be moping if anything should stray
from where it’s meant to be; I might act mentally.

Zoomin’ to fix anything askew.
“Loony!” say friends when I’m not in view.
OCD, so.

Groupin’, unclutt’ring stuff.