Hand me a spanner!

It's an obsession I've got to drop
A new addiction
Please make it stop
This blasted rhyming
And perfect timing
If it goes on
It'll do my mind in
I need to focus
on adult things
But this poetic muse
she keeps pulling my strings
I'd like to act normal
as the world goes to the pack
But she just has to exaggerate
and paint the town black
I cannot silence her
she's like the mainstream
I'm out of one fire pan and
into the next cooking dream
Throw it upon me
a bucket of ice and water
That I might shake off
this incessant need for order
It's not even logical
or romantically coying
nor is it magical
but simply annoying