obsession

i follow you around
ive been at every show
i lick the cups that you put down
i trace your footsteps through the snow
i moved to your home town
iknow every single word
i bought your moms nightgown
i hope my voice gets heard
just last week i called somebody
i made a deal with a lot of money
made it so you wont get away
made it so your here to stay
im having your baby
i bought it after your last show
im having your baby
just thought that you should know
i spent three grand per tube
and no matter what my friends say
i still beleive its you
and you wont go away
just last week i found somebody
said hed sell for a lot of money
i love you and im so exited
we can finally be united
im havin your baby
i bought it after your lsat show
im having your baby in case youd like to know
i saw you again today
i told you my great news
you dont even know my name
i feel so abused
i wonder why your in denial
how could you forget that vial
just how is a girl supposed to raise a kid in this world.. alone

DISCLAIMER: This poem started when I heard about some girl paying several hundred dollars for a towel that she thought a major pop star (who will remain nameless) had used to dry his face during a concert. The pop star eventually heard about the story, although I don't remember how, and announced that it was a fake. This is not the first time obsessed fans have been scammed like this. I was disgusted by this story in particular though, because... why would you want someone's sweaty towel anyway!? So I wrote this poem about a girl who is so obsessed, that she artificially insemanates herself with what she believes is her favorite singer's "genetic mailmen." She payed an insane amount of money for it to a random man she met at the concert. She writes the pop star a letter and tells him that she's having his baby, only to recieve the information that he has no idea who she is.