Cause me to pause and have a think
Of the dancing vicious lightning barbs
That punish me for banning carbs.
At night I simply lie awake
Wondering why I'm smelling steak
When it's really potatoes for which I yearn.
Please tell me- will I ever learn?
Lauren Jay Wondra was born 1981 in Texas and has subsequently established herself as the livewire in an underground art scene which has followed her across the globe, trailblazing with a paintbrush through the likes of California, Mexico, and Washington, D.C. before settling down in London, England to paint life from a cubist perspective.
Hunger pangs may trouble some
ReplyDeleteWhose lives defined by fill become.
The measure of a satiate meal
Should be the sense of how we feel.
Is this enough, or "is it right?"
Do not define the apetite.
'tis easy for the gut to fill,
but more difficult to make a meal.