An Absurdist Poem

The Obsestroughten
by AJW

Yes I am one I am one of the Obsestroughten
Ripping and tearing the strings of my heartrodden
All flipsy and flimbsy the ceiling of Aleothea
You've forgotten that's my real name but brush it off without considera
Follow you to the finale of black nonreturnity
The dark thoughts that are swirling in a stew of discaunity
I quickly shake my head and morbibity sagheart flies out my ear
Turn my face to face one side and face the face of nevernear
But of course, well, they're nevernear, so something isn't there
Feel Brianna on my sinister and Allison on my dexter
I wonder if they're part of me that's mixed into this betwixher
Her being me, but I don't get how get is bad
It's just a word a word a word a word that I once had
Get just isn't something graspable in my shakers
Good thing B and A are there to calm the hands and make things claribatable
Cause they know what's up and sideways and see the Obses rise
Been through it too and know what's it like blah blah bleguise
Up my blue veins comes the wave of distresstroughten
Watching cats poems and art be thrown out with the trashgotten
See numbers light-up and sci-fis flick-up still bend down to pick-up
What the golden Obses has replaced in my consciciup
And A with B will go hidden back to betbeginnings with megaalphas
And my more sinister side emerges after the milingoperas
After all it's what they say don't they say it believe it with everything
I guess it just ain't over until the big fat lady sings.