Ill Appetite
Ardency is the drive of life,
Beings journey in it vehicle.
For the rumination of thoughts,
The hunger race is infinite.
Ideas conceived are perceived,
Concepts are boundless,
Notions are yet born,
That man's itch is immeasurable.
Insatiablilty pervades the air,
Taste rises,
Hunger inflicts - and,
Cravings to be served is intense.
Man shouldn't be by bread alone.
Today thinks not,
For all seek to yield - to,
Their endless tort yens.
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