Hunger is a bitch
you can\'t think, you can\'t write, you are distracted
all the while beckoning for that, bowl of soup
That baguette of bread
Nothing poetic about cold, shivering hands
One thing is clear though from a starved stomach
No words come out of this broken head
What about that lump of fat??
Resting snugly on the 35” waist??
When does one activate this back-up food??
It never seem to go away
But enlarge further with each missed meal
How does it work? Drink more water?
Nah, I tried that one...
Doesn\'t seem to melt the fat
It gets worse, with each ageing year
The body just stores, and stores whatever you mouthed in
Never relishing to unlock this growing belly
This system would really suit better for my bank account
Exercise? Is hilarious to work-out when you are missing meals
To keep the muscles from atrophy, the personal trainers will doctrine
To bench on cold, shivering hands, and a groaning stomach
is like peeing on diapers
I\'ll rather not!