Hunger

Hunger
Stirs in his stomach
What will quench
The fiery wrath of
Nutritional discontent
Perhaps a litre of
Water
Will make the hunger
Relent

Twenty-Five. Thirteen.

Twenty-five
Thirteen
Surely the loser
Is hurting
The humiliation
Burning
Deeper
and deeper
DEEPER
The victor lives on
But for how long?
Still going strong
Twenty-five
Thirteen.

Ray

Ray
Of light
Through
Window pane
Summer sun
Leaves much to
Gain

I guess, this verse constructs a picture of the opportunities which the presence of the 'summer sun' instigates. How insightful.

The Drunkard

Drunken mess
Who woulda guessed
At drinking alcohol
He's not the best
A little all too soon transpires
To become a lot
And before too long
He's out stone cold
If only he had just said NO

When Jlo Arrives

When Jlo Arrives
All madness will start
Out come the guns, the drinks and the cards
From dawn until dusk
The madness commences
And all through the night
The insanity intenses
When the rays of the sun
Rise in the morn from the East
What they shall alight
Will be something else, to say the least

Night Work

The burden of sleep
Is not sufficient to keep
The man
From his tasks
Which must be
Done
Thus he ignores
All pleas to rest
Making instead
Of time, the
Best

Hung

Hung
Over
Not sober
When will the
Poison Cease
Before it devours
The man

The concept behind this verse is clear: man has a dangerous relationship with intoxicants - one that presents itself at intervals few and (relatively) far between, but nevertheless is capable of devouring all life and actions from the individual for a short period of time. Puke.