EMPTY STOMACH!
With the dripping
pain in the tommy,
the tingling hair on
the head goes stormy
Intestine about to be
purged through the mouth
mouth, made sour for
long to shout.
Deprived of the
flavors' taste,
tasted all day is a
paste.
Leg shaky, not enough
to slum
Even the inner mind
en_routes asylum
The aroma from the
kitchen, enough a cause
The nostril had
sagged enough to take a pause
Knowing fully well,
that quenchant never
comes for free, it swells
He wails for the stop
of the drama,
because an hungry
man,
is an angry man.
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