January 12, 2010
By Anonymous

Nothing too good for this tongue of mine
Nothing good enough for this stomach of mine
A fine line between hunger and mere consumption
Pity how my strongest muscle
Tastes anything within reach
At the end of the day, I'd sell my soul
Just to have one more thing to devour
Edible, inedible, healthy, unhealthy
It all seems so irrelevant

More! I demand more!
The plates stack higher and higher
Not even a burnt tongue
Will stop me from feeding the void

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