Gluttons Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

My stomach bit me,
Crying: how long will
you starve us? :
Won't you feed us? .

Then been considerate,
Took i may soles,
treading toward the kitchen,
Picked the yam's pride
Baked and stayed it awhile.
And then i considered them;
even i fed them.

... Then they became more hungry,
biting and chewing blasphemes...

Then said I: Shouldn't i have
fed them?

1)What's ought to feed me
Makes me hungry.

" The more you obtain wealth, the more you want it".
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