Chow Call

Disappointment settles inside of us But hunger does things to sadness that scowls This is called numbing the pain to pain free Mummified we ingest and hate and frown Noticing pain swallowing punishment A biscuit without eggs without friends Seated beside horror and lust and shapes Hoping my trust in God trusts with no end In fact that is the untold lock release The unsung song that reached its peak then dropped Sporks poke stir and separate eat from no Then stop repeat restart stir repeat stop Claustrophobia a dance song on mute Patience that stands strong stays strong and frames truth...