A Hoarder Poem by Randy McClave

Though you once were pals
You now stole from his buggy his paper towels,
And then for your next daring caper
You stole his rolls of toilet paper.
Then you bought all that you could grab and afford
Toilet paper and paper towels you began to hoard,
You didn't care for anyone else's wants or needs
As you continued your stockpiling deeds.
You pushed an old lady to the side
When the last bottle of hand sanitizer you and her eyed,
And when you saw the small supply of milk and eggs
You started throwing fists, and kicking your legs.
You then notice a woman reaching for the last feminine pad
Quickly you snatched it from her reach, even though you're a lad,
About the store you then searched as you aimlessly roamed
Around all 4 corners of the store you viciously combed.
Now your house is stocked with food and cleaning supplies
Remember, greed never makes anyone happy or wise,
Now you found out that you were never under an attack
And sad for you, the stores won't take your returns back.
You had bought more supplies than what you ever needed
The advice of others you never wanted to believe or even heeded,
Now never will you be known as a merited, caring awarder
Instead you will be known as a selfish, greedy hoarder.

Randy L. McClave