It's not always necessary to be so serious; life is a farce, but let's not carry our 'incorruptible' banner so constantly... our arms would get tired if we did. So while my empty wallet mirrored my empty fridge, it became a daunting task to not be tempted by the half bowl of butter beans that had been let to soak by my then-absent-for-weeks house mate. I did not want said beans; they were old, and hardly appetising, but my hunger and lack of everything demanded that I at least try.
No, I just couldn't concede...
How well you mock me,
Bowl of beans-
Full well of understanding,
full too of nutrients
and vitamins
that my empty belly lacks.
How full still,
the irony
that you were deserted
though not by me-
to sit there
forever temperate
and stare me down
as with every occasion
I open my fridge,
and seeing what I do not have,
see you so well again.
I shall never be your slave-
O Bowl of beans,
that await my subservience
and fickle folly to fall
entrapt by your snare.
I shant!
Though my hunger roars,
I am yet still a man!
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