Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Right. That's all. I would right something funny, but I don't want to.

A/N: Don't get me wrong, I love Les Miserables. There are just so many obsessions that I thought it would be fun to write a corny poem about each of these five people being obsessed with one thing or another.

Enjolras:
Revolution. Death, and war.
Can't trust people anymore.
Take them over, kill them all.
Shoot them, loot them, watch them fall.

Marius:
Beauty that I can't describe.
She generates a precious vibe.
I can think of nothing more.
For her I will survive the war.

Cosette:
He is the object of my heart.
Nothing could tear us apart.
My love has shown me through the night.
I hope he lives through this short fight.

Eponine:
What can I say? He has my mind
I don't have his, but he's so kind . . .
I know he loves that other girl,
But in my head I am his pearl.

Valjean:
In the shadows, in the night.
I know he seems me for my flight.
He could be hiding up a tree.
I know one day he will find me.

Javert:
He stole a loaf of bread. The crime!
I cannot live. I cannot rhyme.
I must find this evil man,
And kill him dead while I still can.

A/N:Please read and review, even if you didn't like it. Oh, by the way, I don't think I'll write any more of this chapter, but maybe I will. Dunno.