Human Hungry

if you tell me you are famished
I shall promptly gouge your eyes out
with a fork
you do not know what famished means
famished is not minutes, hours or a day
it is the days after
the pangs become soft
you try not to think about it
remove food from brain
to find place for thought
to think thought
to find food
therefore you
sit and think
driven to craziness
you know of its taste
it is everywhere
but not for you
the moments between
expectation
and
impossibility
those moments
think thought think
so you just think
than you think
you can do anything for this food
to assuage your hunger
than you realize
you will do
any
thing
it
takes
to
make the
pain of longing
for food
disappear
as you walk
past plates full
of food
that people
in blissful existence
have thrown away
they are full
too fat
too shy
don’t care about food
they have other things
to think of
food is a passing
thought
my thought
my though
my thought
as you watch
them
a bite
balanced delicately
on the tongue
it dances
oh it dances
of cabaret proportions
to the throat
slides
to waiting
stomach
you are
more hungry
think thought think
you can do
anything
for it
kill
prostitute
you watch
her push it away
it is being sent
to the dump
it is then
you realize
you cannot
you won’t
grab that
gold
off that plate
as they
look at you
with pity
at your pathetic self
shall you
climb into the dump
and pick the
food out
along
with the
disease
you realize
you cannot
then
the starvation
begins.