The source of my hunger, I need to look into, Is it boredom I wonder, Or just the thoughts of you, Find what you love and let it kill you. Food, I love you so kill me already, will you? I want to try every food, From the North to the South, Be it gulped, swallowed or chewed, I hope I don't die with food in my mouth, The new drop and old drop of drinks I crave The hot drop and cold drop from cradle to grave. People are working hard so they acquire luxury things, I am working hard so I eat anything, From drinks to junks to chicken wings, I try my thirst board at everything, Find what you love and let it kill you. Food, I love you so kill me already, will you? Saefhenry Osas