Hunger howls
like a storm,
the clouds aren't far
behind.

Hiding in line
at the soup kitchen,
does it ******* your pride
to ask for more?

Pockets as empty
as your pantry,
holes warn
in warm clothes.

Moose walk
by your bus stop,
they display the patience
that you lack.

Hunger howls
like a storm,
lick the bowl
stay true to form.