It is nine thirty,
middle of morning.
I already hear
the hunger warning.
My big empty gut
has sent up the news,
it already feels
the old, hunger blues.
My taste buds scream out,
“Hey, what about us?”
They want to hop on
the “I’m Hungry” bus.
Luckily for them,
I have brought some food
to help put them all
in a better mood.
