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B is For "Where the Food Goes"

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Where does all my food go?
With all I eat I should be fatter
Quite

But I have noticed
How my rage is full
And alive…
And full

I however grow hungry by the hour
And thirsty by the day

This
Has got to stop
I am empty inside and gas pained

Rage though gives me focus
Truths easier to ingest
Information easier to process
And it has given clarity to my eyes

Yet I am hungry
Or more pointedly, thirsty

Midnight snacks feed a need
But satisfies no one

January 2, 2011
Where the food goes
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© tracy j h

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