Starvation!

Shrinking in,
Pains echoing.
Dreaming of a woman,
Slaved to my needs,
Not any needs,
but...
A 20 meters-diameter Tank's.

She walks like a machine,
Made for a hygiene.
Spicy like a beef steak.
Smart like an einstein's freak.
Not a chicken but a kitchen.

This is not something weird,
This is the state of hunger,
Of starvation.
Where man's mind becomes predatoric.
Sorry women.
This is not to insult you.
but...
To describe my hunger
That goes beyond your toe.

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Note: This poem was written only to describe my starvation. Not to insult any creature(women) lol.Just The feelings of my second brain(stomach).