Eyes flames with brimstone
Stomach steals saliva
Muscles cling to bone
Health shivers with fever
Every hour sails with starvation
Eloquent squeaks of stomach eels
Restless roaming with no reservation
Thrusting hopes of death feels
With all strength gone
And morals gored as stone
There before such litany
I stood against imp’s tyranny
For they want this
But I want that
Birthright selling is a fix
But after it, emptiness is a fact
Barbaric civility is thrust
Before me as a must
But who am I?
To hold my head so high
When all I want
Is a mere morsel
Fit for a servant
My hustle
Is a flowing lyrics
To some a hidden mystic
Worth of such
Is beyond much
But see it with me
An offspring of my muse spree
Should be treated regally
Not like any orphaned Sally
But my thirst long
For wine and pleasure song
With the heat of the day
Too hot for my soft ways
So such selfish thought
Lingers in the chest I bought
But no matter what
Many stray thought I fought
To save my fate
From dining in Esau’s plate.
