Shopaholic

I once met a woman
who shopped every day
she could not help herself
She had a coupon in the mail
and there's another sale in Waldorf
She had more canned goods
than her pantry could hold
and still she bought some more
and that sweater looks cute
I don't have that color yet
so she bought herself another
And every night she moaned and writhed
in complaint that her money
kept running out. And still
the next day on her way
home from work she turned
into the Mall to buy something small
that would squeeze into her cupboard.
She had so many things
with the tags still showing
she surprised herself at what she forgot
she bought last week.
Without a clue
whether she needed it new
she bought it again and another
and this went on till her closets headstrong
kept tumbling out over the floor
so she could hardly walk on a space
that didn't have clothes
or crumpled all over her ironing board
And still every night
her checkbook a fright
she moaned and wailed and writhed
in anger that she had never enough
and so blamed the mouse
found trapped in her house one summer
that she decapitated with a hammer.