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Forks, spoons, and knives banging against an empty plate,
With only thoughts and memories of the last time that you ate.
If only those thoughts and memories could be pulled from your head,
And be eaten by 5,000 men like 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread,
But instead….
You lie awake at night with hopeful thoughts and hunger pains,
Waiting for sunrise so you can hold your FEED ME sign on side of traffic lanes!
This is how I live only change the sign from FEED ME to READ ME!
They say my craft is old news so my success plate stays empty,
But I don’t do this for you to give me money or feed me.
Maybe if I pay you or provide food then you’ll believe me.
I don’t want your spare change just a little bit of spare time.
Not to tell you a sob story but just to spit a short rhyme.
Some may make you laugh and some may make you cry,
Some will be about the day you were born and some about the day you die,
I just long to feed the 5,000 people with the words inside my head,
Fill their souls with substance that’s longer lasting than fish and a piece of bread.
YES, for now my success plate is empty but I will not accept defeat!
I am tired of being hungry; I know my time has come to eat!
So buckle up, let’s take a trip, you just ride while I steer.
No arm and leg this vacation will only cost you an eye or an ear.
I know the way very well so you can put away your navigation.
Just keep your eyes, ears, and mind open as I show you the ART of
STARVATION.
