I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals

Mine corporeal complex edifice

unleashes convulsions of anxiety.

Lack of appetite

to savor even smallest bite

unlike Pavlov's dog,

I neither salivate nor excite

at prospect (parking) body

against table not low but fahrenheit

unfair punishment fates did indict,

whereby yours truly decreed

to suffer wraith inflicted

akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite

asitia struck with vengeance

sucker punched pit of stomach

with furious dog forsaken might

unsavory predicament figuratively

eating away me passion

to relish comestibles day and night,

hence feeble effort to craft poem quite

lame rhyming for no reason right?

Yours truly cannot remember,

how many days, weeks, months... ago

elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate

(above mentioned statement veracious -

food for thought) I plainly communicate

hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary

in fortified effort to elucidate

thee dear anonymous reader great

if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue

awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate

reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy

thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,

generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic

quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour

who heartily hales within

southeastern keystone-state

dares himself to reach out across cyberspace

in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate

and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate

maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,

yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,

which mine body, mind, spirit triage

suddenly seems restoration of natural craving

toward sustenance doth oscillate.

What relief long starved taste buds to appease

cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive

worst case scenario catastrophizing)

one garden variety guy

acquired some generic disease

A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!