The Obsess Comes To Confess!

There are always the posters who have nothing to say. We've been down that road at our bay. But what about some other ones? Those that are so obsessed they may give some the runs.

I've confessed.
I'm obsessed.
Obsessed I am.
No traffic jam.

All one thing.
One thing I sing.
I sing a thing.
Things I sing.

Obsessed much?
Much and such.
Obsessed still.
Obsessed so chill.

That is bad.
Bad is had.
Bad bad bad.
So bad I'm mad.

Bad it is.
Bad is its biz.
Did you hear me?
Bad it is to use or see.

Obsessed I'll be.
Being obsessed is for me.
I have to tell all.
Obsessed at my hall.

I love that.
Love where I'm at.
Love, love, love.
Love on the wings of a dove.

See my love?
Love that glove?
Love is love.
Love from above.

Obsession at play.
Play obsessions all day.
Obsessed at my bay.
Hear what I say.

Same thing over and over.
Obsessed like turds to rover.
It's all the same succession.
Welcome to my obsession.

Are you obsessed with one thing? Talk about it 100 times over and over again at your wing? You may need to seek some sort of help for that. But then what do I know, I'm just a cat. I will go obsess over the growing grass. It wants to be eaten by my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.