The Confession (revised) - 1

So many items for auction;

    And so many poised to place bid

   On items dark -- better left hid;

Watchful, I exercised caution

   And kept my thoughts under a lid;

So many things up for adoption,

   I wanted them all, so I did--

Curiousity left me no option

  But to serve the whims of my Id.

My eye caught a varsity jacket,

    My excitement unusually flared--

    And no other bids undeclared!    

I'd need to remember to track it,

    Though my wallet was hardly prepared.

The auctioneer started his racket,

     Determined, I kept my jaw squared;

If I lost it, I might blow a gasket--

     That jacket and I would be paired.

So interesting, so enigmatic,

    Its mystery held me in thrall,

    Hanging there, up on the wall;

Its hold on me broken by panic--

    I missed the auctioneer's call!

Paranoid, shaken and manic, 

    Each hand in a tight-fisted ball,

My anger'd become near fanatic;

    (The jacket was mine, after all.)

Unshakable, this new obsession;

    I watched as the jacket came down,

    Regarded the buy'r with a frown,

And lapsed in my better discretion--

    I followed the man out of town. 

I must have made quite the impression;

    Startled, the man spun around,

    His face took a puzzled expression,

Before I threw him to the ground.

His begging cries earned him no quarter;

    My jealousy'd drove me insane,

    The craving a rampaging train-- 

All reason lost, past instinct's border--

    Heart black as the Biblical Cain. 

I set out to put things in order:

   "The jacket, or suffer some pain."

I suspect a hearing disorder;

    He put up a fight, and was slain.

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