OCD
By: Kevin Ren
By my king’s decree,
I seek to flee.
The future,
Known.
The moment,
Sewn.
Delivering wrong,
Never right.
Beastly as Kong,
Impervious to night.
Pride for you,
I have none.
Only somber,
Never fun.
Work with me.
Let us be,
A shared he,
Knee to knee.