A Consummate Kleptomaniac Poem by Hebert Logerie

This is absolutely out of this universe
That a consummate kleptomaniac thinks
That he has the right to steal any ranks
Any rings, any votes, anybody in the hearse
This is scurrilously crazy to try steal
To commit murder on 5th. Ave. at midday
What kind of world is that? Doomsday
Must be around the corner, at the heal
Of the hills. A consummate kleptomaniac
Thinks that he can get away with murder
Any year, any month, any day, and any hour
Doesn't he think that God is constantly watching?
God is ubiquitous like the loitering air in the streets
God is listening carefully and writing the minutes
There's a time for the geese, a time for anything
There's a time for the pathological liar to get caught
Like a greedy whale, to be prosecuted after being cut
Profoundly by the sharp Shrapnel shell under the fence
A consummate kleptomaniac is bad news. His defense
Is no longer appropriate or strong. He is going under
Because nobody is above the law. Nobody can alter
God's final gavel. God is the sole Supreme at the altar.

Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.