Hunger Republic Poem by oliver Samuel Chukwuebuka

Alert o! Foodie stuff
Thy presence now I greet
I endure thy slow pace
I prithee saliver I taste.
Thy plains is why I cough
Coughs of hunger.
Will try to strangle me thus.
My struggle for patience.
My Google of pipsqueak
Would kitchen pip
Hunger republic
There I am
In the kitchen pip
Equality of ingredients
Will surely invite rodents.
No racism does insist at pot
I waited I know am prudent.
Hunger republic
Alas! The warm embrace
My stomach will itself brace.
My utensils had in anticipation gazed.
Oh my wait goest not
to waste.