A Little Obsession With Stat Aggression!

The cat get asked every now and again how numbers grow. It is so easy that many should know. But instead they expect magic. Their line of thinking is so tragic. Worse yet, obsessed is a safe bet.

It is your obsession,
That with each session,
You need stats galore.
People must explore.

I have to be the best.
I'm just so obsessed.
I'll even show a breast,
Because I'm that obsessed.

But it didn't work,
Not even my breast perk.
Damn, where did I go wrong.
Why won't all play along?

I have such zest.
I am that obsessed.
I pass every test.
You can't be this obsessed.

It is just me.
I should be what all see.
Come to my pad.
A fun time will be had.

Don't go west.
I'm far too obsessed.
Come and be my guest,
See that I'm obsessed.

It is just my way.
I want all to play.
See what I write.
My words take flight.

My place must be addressed,
I am that obsessed.
Come sit in my nest,
Flock and be obsessed.

It is so great.
I have a great trait.
Come and see me.
I'm at the place to be.

I'm stat obsessed.
I have to be the best.
My time is pressed,
But you should come as I'm obsessed.

Obsessed nuts with stats don't usually get anywhere. Why is that at their lair? Because they don't go anywhere. They just sit and expect you to stare. Not going to happen at all, no matter how loud you shout your stat obsessed call. When fun and enjoyment gives way to obsession at your sea, you've already lost and should take a knee. That is my obsession rhyme for the stat class. Thankfully I'm not a stat obsessed, although they are nice, little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.