OBSESSIVE

I am obsessive

Not your “death do us part” obsessive

Rather a “shoot your wad” obsessive

The subject becomes obsolete

When a new obsession comes to greet

I relish with insatiable desire

I bathe in that lovely mire

Engulfed and nearly suffocated

Happily and willingly subjugated

I follow and I hoard

Nothing goes unexplored

I push and I pull

‘til saturated and full

Ingest and regurgitate

Too impatient to wait

I want it all and now

Balancing on this prow

I nearly fall

Just because I want it all

And when it is all mine to keep

No further shall I seek.

Then the subject becomes obsolete

and a new obsession comes to greet

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