My Obsession
Oh, my love, my beloved concoction
Your cloud white figure, creamy sustenance,
Meant to be mine for all my existence.
You left me deprived of an option,
I am Starved of your great reputation.
You are as good as gold in your essence.
Millions have felt your silent influence
And have been tempted by your innocence.
Oh, how I crave your delightful taste.
Your name crawls into my mind and controls
My every move. Therefore, I plead my case,
You will forever be cherished in whole.
I shall take you as my own, all will know
My lasting love of mashed potatoes
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