plunders

She plunders artifacts, people and her subordinates' lives.

It plunders parental fantasies about our children as future professional athletes.

It has always been a taxing job, she says, but conditions have lately made it downright impossible, as staffing shortages nearly double her workload and a cost-of-living crisis plunders her modest paycheck.

“Anyone who takes part in such outbreaks of violence, brutally attacks police officers and destroys and plunders shops cannot in any way justify it.”

In “Ode to the Beloved’s Hips,” she rockets through alliteration and other sonic devices as she plunders metaphor for rapturous praise: