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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