EMPTY STOMACH!

With the pain in the tommy,
 

the tingling hair on the head goes stormy

Intestine about to be purged through the mouth


 

mouth, made sour for long to shout.
 

Deprived of the flavors' taste,
 

tasted all day is a paste.

Leg shaky, not enough to slum
 

Even the inner mind en_routes asylum

The aroma from the kitchen, enough a cause
 

The nostril had sagged enough to take a pause

Knowing fully well,
 

that quenchant never comes for free, it swells

He wails for the stop of the drama,
 

because an hungry man,

is an angry man.