Hungry

Was listening to radio 4
Ready to switch off, as before
As i don't really listen
Fine food programmes, thus missing
I then thought
Of multitudes of hungry folk
Around the globe, especially broke
Looking at a bowl of rice
With delight, how nice
Grateful to be eating that night
Then i remembered
From sometime in my teens
Living in an abandoned car with not a bean
After a week without any food, i weep
And two nights without sleep
Hallucinations commenced with ghosts
Of historical hosts
Both fascinating, and terrifying
My brain was frying
So off to hospital i began to walk
Saw a doctor, i began to talk
Where i tried to explain
That these ghosts were not for the sane
I was wearing holey jeans, and an Afghan coat
My eyes were bloodshot, and a little remote
My hair was long, and somewhat bedraggled
My brain was fried, and a little straggled
The medics were none to impressed
Put off by my appearance, and how i was dressed
They assumed i was after a bed for the night
And didn't comprehend, that i was in a state of fright
I explained all, and that i was scared
And my ghostly visions, were at least not there
I felt safe in the comfort of the light
they didn't believe me, so i re-entered the night
The doctor came after me, and apologised forsooth
As they realised, i was speaking the truth
And the other staff, became really nice
As my hopes began to rise
They gave me toast, and tea, and tests
Upon the good doctors' behest
Then left me to lie on a bed
Which gave me time, to rest my weary head
I was simply hungry, and really tired
And these two things were my only desire
I'd eat anything, caviar, to beans on toast
And used to love a Sunday roast
Anything will do, it's not hard to equate
Just forever grateful, to have food on my plate

by Jemia