Olmin runs a tight ship

But no one likes him

He gets the product

He’s looking for

But not what he

Is the most desperate for

Sure, he’ll get clean

The peace that clean brings

But truth be told

He could get that alone

The presence of the others

Is the real gift, of course,

But he’s so hungry

For His own tranquility

And peace of mind

That he’d rather push

And pout and resent

And judge and condemn

Than fully open his heart

To any of them

In the end

He’ll be just fine alone

When he’s free of them

And things will be clean