Day 16 ~~ NaPoWriMo
The Kleptomanic;
story, fact or fiction?
I have a problem, two problems
I am a Kleptomanic
I've been that way since I was born
Snatched cigarettes before I crawled
Not the worst, I've lost my status
When's the last time you heard that word,
Kleptomanic no one knows
Out of their vocabulary
It's still in the dictionary
Anymore it just isn't used
Kleptomaniacy's no excuse
Had I been Hypochondriac
The moral here is that no one,
really, no one cares for my plight
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Anmol, aka HA, in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-tuesday-platform-you-are-poet-poems.html?m=1
- and also with NaPoWriMo, Day 16, at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-6/
- I'm hoping this post won't offend or be considered in bad taste. I woke up for some reason having Kleptomania on my mind. Felt that I hadn't heard that word since I can't remember when. Google says not many are afflicted by it.
Labels: Fiction, NaPoWri Mo 2019, Real Toads
posted by Jim @ 4/16/2019 10:06:00 AM
8 comments
8 Comments:
I think the term and the condition is still in common parlance. It's a witty write, pondering over the control disorder. :-)
It was cool to be reminded of this condition, Jim. It must be a tough one for people to deal with.
You are right. No one cares about kleptomania anymore. We are too wound up in ADHD
Sadly no one cares, no one cares about so many things.
It's true - no one cares.
Yes you're right, it has gone out of vogue.
Love your opening stanza. We only care about things in vogue at the moment.
Actually I think kleptomania has shifted from vice to virtue in these days of greed.
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