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.