Grrr! It grumbles, aching.
Something within me needs quick slaking.
It distracts but provides my energy,
But at the same time embarrasses me.
Beanish in shape, pink, acidic,
connected with tubes, slimey, toxic.
It lives in me, lives in you,
In us all, creatures alive too.
Upset, it gnashes and writhes
Begging for instant gratification
As we begin a symphony of sighs
Knowing bowing to its whim may cause incarceration.
They come in every size, large, small,
Loud, quiet, rumbling, silent, all.
To our knees this hunger will cause us to fall.
Author notes
This is a sort-of sonnet
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