Fed or Fed Up

poetry

Sometimes
I think
if I had a gun
big enough
I’d cure the world
with a
copper pill

Sometimes
I have a fry-pan
and a spat
ula
and I make it
pancakes instead

I should
‘nt have said
‘all you can
eat’
because
this world
is never not
hungry

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