In praise of a donut

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!