Obsession

We people are a funny lot,
when left to our own device...
We each are ruled by some little quirk,
an addiction or a vice...

Some are obsessed with passion,
others with looks divine,
A lot with wealth and riches,
and some with food and wine...

There are those addicted to perfection,
to love-lorn discipline in life,
And those clumsy in their fashion,
albeit strung out on their wife...

And of course them--unrequited lovers,
who care not for loss nor gain...
Those poets and those writers,
who seem addicted to their pain...

There are narcissists and egotists,
each with an obsession alike...
Sadists and masochists,
hooked on to their psyche...

But we are mere players,
and obsession, the dirty game...
Blind to our own quirky whim,
why slander each other's name?

Why not be obsessed with equality,
with life sans terror and deep dread?
Why not be addicted to integrity
and world peace instead?

To ethics to moral character,
to honesty, truth and faith...
to change the wrong in society,
Make haste, it's not too late...

We indeed are much an obsessed lot,
left each to our own device...
So lets bunch up and in unity,
make a virtue from this vice!

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Prompt taken from One Single Impression, the topic being 'obsession' :)