Hunger

Hunger 

It started with a pit,

No bigger than a pea,

Rooted deep within my stomach,

A seedling from the dying tree.

Dried to its core,

It was suppressed by good fare,

All motives for my demise,

Were gone, stripped bare.

But as the days grew wiser,

My diet unarmed, unleashed,

Satisfaction grew stark,

The pit’s malice was released.

From a glower on my face,

To a grumble in my stomach,

I sensed a sinister force at work,

Head rocking to and fro like a hammock.

My recliner descended

The soft touch of my couch,

The angel and devil both spinning,

To stay idle, or stuff the kangaroo’s pouch?

I was in comfort’s claws,

Sleep was dawning in,

But as the pit folded its hands round another,

Its burgeoning was only just to begin.

A potato chip crunched,

Under the pressure of its steps,

A growl with the tenacity of a thousand bears,

My stomach was crumbling from these constant reps.

I forced a belch,

To no avail,

As the time drew longer,

My skin wrinkled pale.

Now as the pressure,

Drew closer to heart,

I drooled in agony,

Desiring a single pop tart.

But as the angel triumphed,

The devil ceased to smile,

The couch has now entombed me,

Its motives brewing with guile.

The two parties united,

My demise their true cause,

“The ship has long sailed”, they called,

I am to fold under their jaws.

Now hunger runs through my core,

Vibrating in a single shiver as I breathe my last breath,

Six minutes wasted now I’m six feet under,

Necessities, when stalled, are indeed the culprits of death.

And every single, lifeless day,

As initiative is squandered by those who it shall pass,

Another voided belly is covered up by the dirt,

For an idle man’s ignorance, his future’s nothing but shattered glass.

So as the pit consumes yet another victim,

Its cancerous claws like blades unsheathed,

Be fearful, find that job, eat that meal,

And take in that breath that so many others should have breathed.