A Man Hunger Has Been Kicking

He is an occupant of a room damp And dependent on a rejected lamp: The worst so far in their camp … A room often not illuminated But in it plants still germinated, Selecting peeping spots in a cemented floor, Daringly doing so back to the room’s door. The room’s nearest neighbor a smelly dump, To many microbes their Releasing Pump And, sure, the cause of The Man’s mumps And as possibly his torturing lumps: A man Hunger has been kicking his rump And readying for a final slump … But wither did The Man this foulness pick And could Hunger make one licked plates still lick? Nothing like an answer from Interviewed Nick And rather a rude one from Starving Dick.