My Hunger Grows.
Licking my lips,
Running tongue along the points –
Of my canine teeth.
I WANT EVERYTHING.
Moth to lamp.
Frog to water.
Sensation Gorging,
Long & hard.
When will I be sated?
When I consume The Universe.
Purge it of greedy,
Selfish,
Bad faith actors.
Chomp at the marrow of Oligarchs.
My Hunger Grows.
