Hunger 4

Hunger 4 So much food such little time With so much on my mind As I consumed the New York Times today While others read it My stomach grabbed me by the throat Made me feel its pain It screamed; “Feed me real food.” “I’ll kill you on the spot you idiot!” Rejecting lobsters, steaks and other pictures on the pages The news informs me, implores me to eat on Out of newspapers that I found Though the images were colorful and pretty The ink did not go down so well Cellulose taste really grainy I couldn’t fool or trick my self Consuming nonfood stuff is, well, a little crazy Eating buttons, coins and dirty bugs Is not exactly healthy, delicious or nutritious My stomach is not too fond of me these days Perhaps it’s something that I said or ate or read Hunger is the only one true constant It’s hard to keep it down