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 Confession of Obsession

If I'm never famous and I die broke and alone,
I will still have wealth from the verses I have shown.
This is my therapy it's better than a couch,
although some things I write can make one's mind say ouch.
No more pain, and no more sorrow or depression,
I've said it time after time, and it's now my obsession.
Speaking of obsessions there's so many to find,
they don't have to always come from an unbalanced mind.
Some obsess with eating, some obsess with love,
some obsess with touching things unless they have a glove.
Some obsess with money, some obsess with death,
some obsess with inhaling unless they protect their breath.
Some obsess with possessions, some obsess with wealth,
some obsess with dusting each and every shelf.
Some obsess with hunting, and some obsess with church,
some obsess with looking in your window while they perch.
Some obsess with sports, some obsess with law,
some obsess with breaking another loud mouth's jaw.
There's more obsessions than I care here to write,
I understand their feelings and hope they win their fight.

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