OCD

There must be a twelve step program
to be found somewhere on earth
for my obsessive behavior.
The cost would be well its worth!

Most times I’m considered normal.
Most months I’m as sane as you.
It’s just as it nears autumn,
that my obsession bleeds through.

It is much more than a fetish,
this engrossment I possess.
My deepest, darkest secret
is a craze, I must confess.

I’m a Halloween’aholic.
Yep, it's sad, but it is true.
I simply love Halloween
and all things related, too!

Orange is my favorite color,
With the exception of black.
Witches and ghosts and goblins
give me the thrills that I lack!

When it comes to trick or treating,
I simply can’t get enough!
I love werewolves and vampires,
and all of that creepy stuff.

Spiders decorate my front porch.
Frankenstein’s monster does, too.
I have a cauldron outside
for making Halloween stew.

Scarecrows and jack-o-lanterns
adorn each inch of my den.
Bats and black cats are hanging!
There’re mummies of long dead men!

My yard is strewn with the décor,
befitting an outlet mall.
If it’s made for Halloween
then, I have purchased it all!

Counseling is really needed.
My fixation has a hold.
Halloween Anonymous
will be my next New Year’s goal!



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