Writing Poetry On An Empty Stomach

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Hungry.

No food in the ref

Or even at the cupboard.

Forgot to eat my meals.

Nothing much to eat around.

I scavenge around for a decent meal,

But ouch, no money.

What to do?

I sit before the monitor

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Still hungry.

Getting cranky and hollow

And brain-dead by the minute.

Tomorrow, hard day,

Might end up surviving with no food.

Now I have to stay awake

And think of something

Before my stomach kills me.

I still sit before the monitor

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

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