Oh so hungry
I could chow down on this now
Folks might snub with wrinkly nostrils
I don’t think it’s wrong
If your soul is hollow
You fill it
With stuff, with things,
Sinking its now into its tomorrow
Squint-bringing sounds comfort no soul
Swing into it
For tick-tock-ticks go by
Swimmingly solid to my soul
Tummy full now
If you didn’t catch it, I omitted E and A. Thought about omitting T, but that would have been impossible in the 1-day time frame.
Need to start using paper again.