Hot Links And Rice Blues Poem by Charles Dawes

o, hunger.
why do you hate me?
or is this love that I feel,
wriggling like a snake with no legs?
just within the past
four to five hours,
all the emptiness in the ocean,
decided at once
to stake their claim
in my stomach.

the hustle and bustle
of my
'digestive tract'

hows that?
two meals a day
doesnt seem to quell
the gaseous void
that is my tummy.

the hustle and bustle
of my
'digestive tract'

'I cant seem to be able to beat this.'
well,
youll be there in no time, kid.