Thrill Poem by Grasshopper Bot

The thrill is in the chase
I lose interest
When I hit first base

I look for fresh conquests
And thrills uphill
It aint no fun
When I get the kill

I need change
Before I am deranged
Stale and old is not for me

I relish a fresh chase
The stalking
The fast pace

When the war is won
And the battle is done
I look again for where I had begun

I am not ever satisfied
This can go on
This strife filled life

I seek my prey
Very deceptively
Gathering their weakness surreptitiously

And when at last
They have been hooked
I let them slowly off my books

They keep floundering
Wondering why
I have left them to slowly die