Hunger.

Whim
May 16, 2022

a.k.a Where The Fuck Is My Bugatti.

Another day,
no pockets,
rumbling the tummy.
It isn’t funny.

So want yet to smile.
I will, I will take.
Not just for a while.
A full smile,
Till no part of it is fake.

For my years of hunger,
My ridiculous wealth,
Will compensate.

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