The Hunger Song

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