What you do—it’s just in most
Instances very few do.
Boo hoo. I wouldn’t wish fame
On anyone, one newly
Famous novelist opines.
As soon as somebody cares—
Anybody, really, but,
More alarmingly, a lot—
You become the cat burglar
Who’s finally got the loot,
The bulky, cumbersome loot,
And now you have to get through
The narrow garret windows
Of cat eyes surveilling you.
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