When My Pot Is Empty

who do i run to when my pot is empty who really cares i recall when i was a starveling making wishes through your overt dependence on ego and its footprints and fingerprints to whom shall i call when my pot is empty who really cares i am a receiver of adaptations satisfying my hunger while quenching my thirst through cookbook figments of my imagination who do i depend on when my pot is empty who really cares i am a firm believer that pure prayer in constant consistence with be the pathway provider to positive prosperity