My house is not clean and my dishes are not done,
I seldom cook these days as kitchen makes me blunt.
Am I changing for the better or for worse, who cares.
There used to be a time my friends said “stop being OCD”,
Now if they see me will shout and say buy a vacuum please.
I think of sex instead, a lot, and love and all stupid things,
And think of the day I will change the world with my brown skin.
Am I changing for the better or for worse, who cares,
I just know that now I love it to see things undone.