&gt;'I have to sort my books!' she cried,  
With self-indulgent glee;  
With senseless, narcissistic pride:  
'I'm just so *OCD*!'

&gt;*'How random, guys!' I smiled and said,*  
*Then left without a peep -*  
*And washed my hands until they bled,*  
*And cried myself to sleep.*

— /u/poem_for_your_sprog