Poetry: Food

I hunger
I ache
I thirst
I need

Was this fridge always so small?
Was the food always this scarce?
The stomach won't stop complaining
But the mouth just ain't satisfying.

I hunger
I ache
I thirst
I need

Looking around, there is nothing.
Not a banana on the counter
Not a steak in the fridge
Will I have to face the cupboard?

I hunger
I ache
I thirst
I need

But not enough to make anything.