A Hoarder

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