Food
Food
Hunger squished my stomach
Saliva whitewashed my throat,
Yet not a sight of grain
All I was given was what I hated
I had to choose between hunger and taste
Yet, nothing mattered above life
So I had to eat the insipid waste
It seemed that the divinity understood my wish
And sprinkled magic on the plate
A few moments and a few crunches
And there was nothing I could yet hate!