Hungry

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Trying to hide how my stomach feels

How long has it been since I had a meal? 

The Money is dust.

Hunger is rust:

robbing me senseless, 

caressing me senseless.

Hunger, that foul fiend!

So mighty a crime the world never sees.

But what would you know? 

Would you care?

As long as I'm poor, the hunger's still there.

 

 

 

 

 

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