I can't write nuttin' worth a damn on a full stomach!

Hunger pangs fuel mine poetic juices,

yours truly moost best be famished

resembling lovely bag of bones

beyond irreparable damage

wrought courtesy anorexia nervosa

nevertheless literary masterpieces

one written quick succession after another

profusely gushes forth

unstoppable tsunami surges rhythmically

metaphorically allowing,

enabling, and providing

voluminous water logged noggin

able, ready and willing

to burst infinite outpouring

at Möbius strip cerebral seams.

Hyperbole employed

regarding above attestation

regarding conducive bodily

state to whip out

acceptable, passable and

reasonable rhyming creation

to experience and

witness poetic emancipation,

whereby until the end

of time modest glorification

endowed upon me who

imbues vast majority inspiration

of contemporaries, plus unborn peoples...

imagine renowned said

author wannabe just for kicks

(sinks false teeth
into verboten rotten apple -

oohing and aahing yum zuck)

subsequently vicious rumor affecting

millions future generations

debauched learned primates

inescapably slide into behavioral mosh pit

analogous to eventual

senescent cellular detritus

sloughed off vis a vis keratinization

anyway figuratively swinging around

deftly cycling back thru

imaginary infinite jesting loop

unlikely neither chance fame nor fortune

promises me financial materialization,

nope, not even until hell freezes over,
nor when grim reaper feasts upon

Homo sapiens obliteration

witnessing every flora and fauna

molecular repurposing quantification

simulates signifying universal recycling

umpteenth big bang occurrence

erasing all cosmic consciousness

nary trace left behind

encompassing collective satisfaction

since genesis wrought life forms

wherein primitive organisms

begot reproduction fast forward bajillion years
madding crowd punctuated

planet Earth avast urbanization

essentially branding oblate spheroid

viz totally tubular vinyl city westernization.