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My appetite and the roasted chicken!!

Poetry By: bismoy

When your stomach calls you have to dump everything else into oblivion..your shame,your self respect...for its a basic human instinct!

Submitted:Sep 28, 2013    Reads: 38    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

Right there i stood with my mouth watering;

Phew..when will end this disgusting meeting..

The roasted chicken on the serving table made fun of me;

While the frowning old speaker continued with his "well you see..."

There was a rugby match going on in my stomach in full throttle..

With my wits impaired all i was thinking was how to gobble..

Breaking the barricades of shame i grabbed a plate;

Loading it with delicacy i let people think what they may..

For whether we eat to live or live to eat;

When the hunger calls i dont give a shit!


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