No Appetite, No Interest

I stood and looked on a plate of sausages mixed with salads specially made for underworld guests of honor who would smell the aroma and invite themselves to the great but horrible feast in a hospital somewhere in the land of Afghanistan my stomach bubbled loudly brain went dizzy and crazy as I smelt the roasted flesh still congested in the air though hosts thumped chests and the visitors feasted No appetite, much interest questions sounded ringtones Is this what intelligent being is capable of doing?