Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
The scrapbook store it
calls to me. "We have
things that are new."
I grab my purse and
credit card; An
obsession I must do.
I buy this pretty paper;
not one but I buy two.
I get the one that
matches; They say it's
quite brand new.
In a blissful frenzy I
buy what suits my
taste; But when I go
back to my house I
find that in my haste.
I have four of this one;
I bought it twice before.
I've fallen victim once
again to my beloved
scrapbook store.
