Fears of an Obsessive Compulsive

on the London Underground.

I have a fear
of loosing control,
of motor neurone disease,
of having to have a helper
who puts too much sugar
in my tea.

Or not being able
to find my jumper,
in the second draw on the right,
In the third smallest bedroom,
because i lost my marbles
overnight.

I have a fear of going to hospital,
Though i like the clean white smell.
Its not as tidy as my house
and they cook my eggs wrong
as well.

And while i holiday,
what if the Rhode Island Red Rooster,
grows out it's topiary cut shape,
If robbers break in and trash the place, or the plane is late?

Its a hard life having OCD,
and i know for a fact,
that i can't cope much longer,
as a forgetful insomniac!