We all want to have perfection,
Perfection is the key to affection,
To be the object of attention.

What if I told you there was a way,
You could hold perfection in your hands every day,
Even go as far to put your perfection up on display?
Have the power to always have a great day?

The secret is to clean.
Yes, clean.
The benefits are completely unforeseen,
This magical vaccine,
I found when I was thirteen.
You see I have this thing,
Located inside of a gene,
That makes me crave routine.

My OCD makes me need order,
If I can’t get order,
It feeds my anxiety disorder,
In my world, disorganization is an unnecessary horror.

But back to the perfection that is to clean,
You will be shocked by the satisfaction you glean,
When you look at your hard work you feel serene,
Fall into a peaceful trance during the cleaning routine,
It will energize you without unhealthy caffeine,
And make you feel in control of your scene,
The pleasure of cleaning is truly obscene.