Hungry
A gnawing void, a hungry plea,
A craving deep, I cannot see.
My belly rumbles, a mournful sound,
A phantom hunger, all around.
Oh, man, can you feel this ache so deep?
This yearning hunger, I cannot sleep.
A phantom feast, a buffet's call,
My empty stomach, standing tall.
The wall before me, a tempting sight,
A grand illusion, bathed in light.
Not just any food will do, you see,
It's something specific, meant for me.
A dollar, a dime, a helping hand,
To quell this hunger, across the land.
A taste, a texture, a sweet delight,
To chase the shadows and make things bright.
So please, dear friend, if you can spare,
A morsel, a bite, beyond compare.
To satisfy this hunger's plea,
And set my empty stomach free.
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