Hungry

I jump up from the bed with this one thought upon my mind
"I'm hungry"! So I run straight to the fridge to make a find
The remnants of a snack from late last night are in the sink
I look and look but it's to early in the day to think
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Eggs and bacon sound just fine, but I don't want to cook!
A sirloin steak, a side of fries, would get me off the hook.
The cupboards, bare, the fridge a bust, I climb back into bed
I'll likely starve to death before this body will get fed!
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by David C Rogers
7/24/18

This poem is about: 
Me

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