and before you know it,
you're consumed by consumption.
You can't identify if the source of the rolling growls
Comes from your belly
Or your angered mind
which just realized you forgot your wallet at home again.
As you finally find it,
your sugar-laden lifeline,
you must resist the urge to snatch it out of the hand of the Snacker.
How would you feel if you
had your lunch poached by a
hungry idiot with an agenda to please herself?
You step away to breathe,
which rekindles desire.
Renewed, you say, "That sure looks good. I bet it tastes like heaven."
After a pause, he responds,
"I've certainly had better."
You continue to watch him expectantly as he eats on,
hoping he'll stop and guess
what your intentions are.
It's only then that you realize you're being a nuisance.
You walk away from there
just as empty as before,
Wishing you'd remembered that you're old enough to feed yourself.
rating: 2
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