"I'm used to my obsession"

Poem #3. Uploaded Sunday November 7, 3:41 PM. From "Poetry Collection 1."

I'm used to my obsession
I'm used to my disease
I'm just a nature-lover
There's nothing like sea-breeze
I'm one with my dementia
I'm rolling in the leaves
I'm in a nasty pickle
There's dragons in the eaves
I'm ripping up the copies
I'm killing all the trees
I'm like the sole-survivor
There's nothing like seabreeze