Hunger

It strikes one at will, As one whose intent is to kill, Causing rumbles and tumbles in the stomack, Making you rummage for solution down in the sack! The causer of all kinds of ulcer That entity accompanied with bitter pains Which if untended lead it can to cancer And from which there is loss and no gains! The solution to be sought when it strikes is food Whether large or small in quantity So far as this giant can be tamed for good By it, be it of high or low quality! Hunger it is that is one life's equalities To both with reputable and questionable qualities!!!