Katie The Kleptomaniac Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Katie had powerful urge to steal merchandise
She took random things she didn’t really need
When anxiety struck… she resorted to theft
She felt a certain excited pleasure…yes indeed

She was filled with an exhilarating satisfaction
While driving her Mercedes to her plush penthouse
Greeted by a debonair doorman with a big smile
Later…she stashed away baubles and a lacy blouse

She’s out of control…but dare not let her guilt show
Her compulsive behavior must never be known
Her good name is a stake…what would friends say
The shameful acts are worrying her down to the bone

She has a fear of being arrested and imprisoned
Her shenanigans would be very difficult to explain
She is scared and swears it won’t happen again
Her tempting thrills are not worth the personal pain

While in a store months later her urge was triggered
For some unexplained reason her addiction won over
She cleverly untagged several garments and left
The dressing room with multiple layers on her

Approaching and confronting was a glaring guard
Suddenly Katie’s delight took an abrupt plunge
The dreadful day of discover slapped her in the face
Now the world will know that she is a thieving sponge

5/19/08