Hunger

Hunger

Contributed by Robert Lyons

Hee ha, ho-hum
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Crimson kings and weathered faces,
Vines in the sky leading to impossible places
Tumultuous times, societal rumblings,
Stumbling over vapors in clouded spaces
Crowded my cage as I’m barred for the outrage
Impending rampage discouraged while winning the race
But no room for 2nd place. Put together a plan for escape
tie up your laces! Strap on your boots
Can't trip while stealing the giant's loot! The harp might sing a ringing tune but you’ll have no excuse…
“I was just planting a seed, I got in a trade, as I tried to eat for another day,”
Now you swing your ax to get away, chopping the vine, killing for pay, some golden coins, a laying hen,
You did what you had to do,
Would you do it again?