The Confession 1/13

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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