It consume me as I get going,
The pain of the hungry chains me to this desk,
And as every else grows a mess,
I must sleep but the hungry is still there,
I must feed but I am glued to my chair,
I feel the ache of the need,
I start in on my diet of crap,
Because of the need and then I still want to feed,
I must care for me and feed or the beast doth suffer in my eternity...
Copyright ©2009 Michelle Reid
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