humorist & the hungry

Ironically, published in Beginnings. When you’re hungry, you submit indiscriminately.

i can’t laugh anymore but

something tells me

that’s what this world requires

it declines the tit and

offers me bones

it’s the humor of the hypnotist

that fools me into

believing i’ve got a bellyful but

when he snaps his fingers i’m back

to square one

the first time it’s entertaining but

this isn’t something to pass around

the way i see it our minds have receded

i’ve been told once a man

twice a child but

that’s not as funny as it sounds

i fear the greatest pain is

the fading out

i’m not a lazy man but

i’m starving all the same