Cave Crazy
He’s a thief who steals in large measure
all he spies and wishes to treasure,
but thought-darkness pokes his pleasure
and he cannot gloat at his chosen leisure.
Sleek and fast, he sees, wants and grabs
any and all worthy possessions to be had.
He has been chased, but he is feline-fast
and sure footed when fleeing with a catch.
For years the law has pursued his identity,
gathered clues they can’t piece with ease
or use to guide them effectively.
He knows because he is Captain of Police.
He needs splendors, he can’t help himself.
He excites obtaining and touching wealth
that he has stolen from someone else
while fooling associates with his stealth.
In time, he was tortured by his own charade.
His need to touch hidden plunder every day
increased the rash visits to his secret cave
where his priceless spoils caressed his name.
Gems called him master of the deceiving game
and glowed bright with want for his acclaim.
Slowly, twisted riches stole his mind, once sane,
and developed a mentally felt blockade
that trapped him forever inside his ornate cave.
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