Monomania, monomania—like you’re chained to
an idée fixe; you can’t say “nix” to its wiles.
Ought be lonely: one thought only to lay claim to.
You’ve been monomania-manic for a while.

So your style is no other than monomania—
you’re not practiced in the multitasking art.
Brain teems, seems, with one scheme, and that’s your prep:
focus eyes there; all apply there.
You are strong in your zeal: monomania.
You won’t logroll; your goal: play no bipolar part.

So your style is no other than monomania;
thus you love the author of “The Telltale Heart”
Zany schemes in his thoughts: man adores dents.
First he spies there, then he pries there.
He was strong in his zeal: monomania.
He thought her cold and dead and tore her dents apart.

Monomania won’t unchain ya.