You make no choices over it's decision
it grumbles before sunrise
Even when you had loaded to capacity
The mourning yawning
Undesirable fatigue

With no discipline of time
It depends with conditions
loss you call for ulcers
A medical expense to drive
With no age discrimination
no size alteration
it attacks for benefit

When the urge to eat knocks
Your thinking is fired
concentration drawned
Illusions born to you.
Ready for lies, for servitum and steal
An inner feeling that raptures
full body tamed to bow
the hunger in you calls for
The tears in you for
The pain that you bare