Under nourished being
       of a human being,

Gobbling up
     the cobble stones,

I'm on a stroll through town.

Miss-pronounce the words
      on the page of a book that
          you miss-took for the gospel.

If it's any help,
    maybe you should
        shoot me some bones...

and then, all alone,
     I'll draw my comfort up
           from a spoon.