When you’re hungry
You’ll eat (almost) anything;
There’s no time for savoring
Much less tasting.
SPAM appears before you
And you see steak.
It’s only when you’ve swallowed it all
That you even stop to think.
On Loneliness
When you’re hungry
You’ll eat (almost) anything;
There’s no time for savoring
Much less tasting.
SPAM appears before you
And you see steak.
It’s only when you’ve swallowed it all
That you even stop to think.
