All hail the food

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Rumbles in my Tummy, 
Body systematically shutting down, 
Demanding for sacrifice, 
The sacrifice that'll only bring harmony and coordination.
Yesterday's munching isn't  today's sacrifice. 
Each day must have its feast. 
Like the Pavlov's dog salivating at the hearing of the bell, my mouth waters in a great anticipation for what the gods are sending. 
Food, the fuel that drives existence. 
Without it, the powerful becomes powerless. 
We eat to live, I don't live for food though. 
Yet I'm always hungry.

© FERT, 2017

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