Hungry and Angry
One could see from his mood
That he had long been denied food;
A new way of walking pointblank crude,
Ninety-Five percent of his speeches rude!
Eyes that now like the mind brood,
Easily the same stripping nude
And a neck that had to slant
Like a non-watered dying plant.
Then, the man could by bread live alone
If God would a loaf throw down from His Throne...
Right now, still hungry and quite angry
For its not stretching to all and sundry.
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