The cake is now gone,
And I am lost and empty;
Nobody'd be full.
Thousand,
Million years
of eating
Have left me exhausted.
Thousand,
Million years
of eating -
Only to understand that food
is not what we are looking for,
A poor excuse
for a stop
before the storm.
A fat poem
© Copyright: Женя Парсли, 2012
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