My disgust has carried down into
My stomach, which I can no longer bare.
I have no more faith
No respite to save my state.
My sleep is hopeless –
All dreams forgotten,
My appetite left long ago,
And all that’s left is bitter chalk
Lining the inside of all that’s spoke.
Tag: appetite
Richard Rococo Leon Bowsky (day 884)
I find myself floating along on this delightful day
Lost without being lost, happy without a cause
Joyfully munching the highest of acacia leaves
To quench my hungry appetite
After all, living as the tallest terrestrial animal
Requires a quite unique palette
But all this jibber-jabber
You’ll have to excuse me and my manners
How does the sun shine on you today?
