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OCD Speaks - Thousands Listen But maybe You didn't wash The loose silver ring The narrow edge of the ring The inside of the ring The worm-pink ring Of finger under the ring The stretch of finger above And below Where the dear thing might have slid When you fingered the germs And slid back. Under the white fingernails! Around the wrists! Hell, you've gone this far Down the arms! Across the face That has the linen handkerchief Crushed against it (More often than not, It seems like!) And the linen handkerchief Gets crumbled in The hand you don't wash enough, Right? And stuffed in the pocket of the pants You don't wash enough, either, Right? Do the math. It's addition, Multiplication Of steps. Done, huh? What about the nostrils? Most important part. How 'bout those little grooves Little curved ravines Between the soft cheek And the nostrils. What about them? It's neglect, is what it is. And, hey Did you do the nostrils? Yeah, smell the soap. Thank God for that rugose smell! We know! Don't touch your lips with the soap! Poisin! Poisin! Bubbling, multiplying poisin! Almost worse than giving her germs Kissing her with soap! Don't touch the Linen handkerchief You blind fool! Well, okay It was a fleeting Touch Yes, fleeting, fleeting. Barely worth noting, eh? Yes, I know you're out the door But you'll be just as unhappy as I When you need to blow your nose Go back and get A paper towel And let the white and silver shining sink Pull you into pondering "But maybe You didn't wash The loose silver ring Didn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn'tdidn't "There comes a point!" you say? Well, yes, I suppose there does As if that changed anything. It's you who likes to daydream, Not me. C'mon One more time for The Gipper No, don't ponder who The Gipper was, Just wash. You touched the "dead" handkerchief again. Yes, I know you had to clear your pocket. Was the left hand this time, at least. But so what if your left hand's "dead" already. So what if they're both ragged and flaky and stinging As that soap smell. At least righty's clean For now. I mean Unless of course You didn't wash under The white Yellowing Brittle Fingernails.
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