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FOOD
IS SOMETHING I DEVOUR WITH NO MANNERS
FOOD IS SOMETHING I DEVOUR
WITH NO MANNERS
IT STARTED WHEN I WAS A CHILD
THERE WAS
NONE
THE BREAD WAS HIDDEN UNDER THE BATH-TUB
SO MY
GROWING BROTHER WOULD NOT CONSUME IT ALL
BREAD, SOMETIMES
DRY
THAT WAS HOW IT STARTED, A PRISON
WE HAD NO MONEY FOR
LIGHTS,I COULD NOT SEE TO FIND IT.
THE STOVE DID NOT
WARM OUR
COLD-WATER-FLAT
THE MOON DID NOT SHINE IN TO
LIGHT OUR WAY
MONEY WE HAD NONE
MUM AND DAD WERE
GONE
DEAD AND SICK
SIBLINGS TOO YOUNG TO CARE
FOR ME
ALONE
SOLD OUT..........MONEY FOR BREAD...TO HIDE..
I
HID
BREAD IS MONEY FROM MY FLESH
A CHILD
SOLD......TO
PARASITES.....WHO SUCK MY BLOOD..
LEFT ME A PALE-FACE IN NEED
OF MONEY
AND FOOD
PICTURES DID NOT SOOTHE AND
COMFORT
SHOWN TO ME AT THE CANDY STORE
EVIL LAUGHS WHILE
I BEGGED FOR FOOD.
HUNGER, BUT WOULD NOT STEAL
STILL
DON'T STEAL, STILL HUNGRY.
THEY STOLE FROM ME MY
INNOCENCE....
DRUGS TO MY SENSES..
LEFT TO RUNNING IN
SEARCH OF FOOD
IN SOMEONES EYES
SAW NONE, JUST MORE PENIS
WORSHIP
EAT THIS HE SAID..........
FOR MONEY.
I AM
NOT THAT HUNGRY. I WILL FAST....
RUN FAST FROM YOU. SICK AND
DEAD.......
I RAN IN SEARCH OF FOOD....
THEY SAID
THEY WOULD PUT ME IN JAIL IF I TOLD
OR TOLD THEY STOLE FROM
ME....
STILL...
THEY STILL DO.
I STILL DO NOT
STEAL, I STARVE FOR LOVE
OR I EAT TOO MUCH AND IT EMPTIES
ME...FOOD THAT DOES
NOT FILL THE VOID OF PAIN.
ONCE A
FRIEND GAVE ME FOOD.
HE SAID I LOVE YOU, KISS ME.
I
KISSED HIS EYES
I WAS A CHILD
SO WAS HE
HIS
FATHER BEAT HIM BAD, FOR FEEDING ME.
HE WAS GOOD.
NOW HE
KILLS FOR A LIVING, JUST LIKE HIS DAD
I RAN A
MARATHON
I STILL HAVE NO MEDALS
NOT A WINNER
ON EVERY
LOTTERY
THE POOR THINK ABOUT MONEY WAY WAY MORE THAN THE
RICH
CONCLUSIVE EVIDENCE ON THAT
WHO IS OBSESSED WITH
MONEY??
WHAT CAN BUY ME LOVE??
I'M STARVING
LET ME
OUT...
THE EYES OF LOVE DO NOT SEEM THERE TO FILL
Beth, 2009
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