I eat, at the altar, with a hunger stronger than I remember,
I eat, from soup to nuts, pig bones and guts are grinded to dust,
I eat, a pound of flesh, char up my lungs to catch my breath,
I eat, lamb and wolf, sheer them up I'll wear them both,
I eat, golden eggs and apples, the first fool to fry the samples,
I eat, hot tomales like bread and butter, the spiciness should make me better,
I eat, the blacker berries, the blue berries and dark ripe wild cherries,
I eat, the crackers and wine, out of the palms of your hands,
I eat, with my family and friends, and I hope to eat with you again,
Way too many metaphors, feed me, I'm hungry
