Any other day a roast beef with mustard sandwich
would have thoughtfully satisfied me.
Today my appetite could not be contented.
No, I am a hungry man.
And a hungry man is nothing but trouble.
After all, it is hungers’ calling that makes a man
do the horrible shit that they are capable of.
It’s not fate
nor a bastard father
nor a whore mother.
It’s not Darwin
and it certainly isn’t in your genes.
What’s you craving, boy?
Whether it’s dick, death, sex, fame, love or a sandwich,
your hunger controls your actions.
The one true commonality between all of the characters
in this story we call life is our hunger.
How hungry are you?
Created: Mar 16, 2010Document Media