All worldly powers
are his, and yet
his decisions are made
with a mind like a rabid mouse.
He got what he wanted,
which was everything,
now everything is his
to lose.

His is not the misery
of privation, cured by
a roof for the night,
a plate of food,
a warm bed,
but the misery of too much,
yet not enough
for which no remedy exists.