Thursday 2 August 2012

Morning Hunger

Wakes up hungry
But the effort to move
Is more than he can ever
Be bothered to prove
A saucepan in the fridge
He could eat it is true
But then he remembers
That he'd still have to chew.
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2 comments:

  1. Sophie Leigh3 August 2012 at 00:11

    Balls

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  2. gG9 August 2012 at 16:15

    This is beautiful. I too lament over the effort that chewing demands,
    This poem speaks directly to my heart and enlightens my soul from within.
    Bravo!

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