Rude awakening

Feeding rumors

of an insatiable appetite

Banging knives and forks

on stained placemats

Demanding their meal

of deep fried lies

and vegetative thoughts

at a cold soup kitchen

on the lower east side

as the city sleeps

unprepared

for the breakfast

they will awaken to

Author's Note

I don't know, it kind of sounds like a Cory Barrett style poem to me.

Reviews

[Thayle L.]

Is it bad I interpreted cannibalism?

[willweb]

No Thayle, you can interpret this any way you like, but I will tell you, it is not cannabalism. Thank you for reading and commenting. And I like it when my poetry can spur different thoughts.

[therisa]

When you're starvin
Anything will do
To quieten
That roarin' engine
Within.

Even though
You know
It'll leave you
With hunger pains
For more.

Never fully satisfy
With what
You're given
As others move
In blissful ignorance
To your flight.

[willweb]

Thank you so much Therisa for this fun little poem/review.

[therisa]

Your welcome, Will. Only thing missing from your poem, is the long line-up, for the sparse meals served.

[Lizardo]

You know, this is a really intersting piece
It's like the poor asking for food
''Demanding their meal''
Beatiful piece willweb

[willweb]

Thank you so much my friend. I like your interpretation.

[Cool Girl]

I agree with Lizardo.