Obsession —by Míchealín Daugherty For Catty the Cow and Den Mum, whose obsession with me was so profound it ballooned until they both self-destructed One can become quite ill Watching them writhe In perverted twisted vainglory Where the seeds of jealousy Have grown into unsightly vines of hate Two corpulent podgy bodies Overfed on the fat of envy Desperately chasing Her shadow Squeezing themselves through chasms of neurosis Crawling blindly in their own repugnant venom Preoccupied fixated possessed With everything She does or says And stupidly unaware of the vileness they reek Even when all who smell its sordid stench Cannot help but vomit it back into their laps Two evil women Who have nothing left in life But an echoing Obsession…. Did you hear what She said today? Did you see what She wrote today? Did you hear what She said today? Did you see what She wrote today? Did you hear what She said today? Did you see what She wrote today? Did you hear what She said today? Did you see what She wrote today? Pathetically grasping thin air for any meagre morsel of opprobrium.   Copyright © 2003 Ireland's OWN   Page last updated 9 May 2009 Ireland's OWN logo  by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2009 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.