THE HUNGRY MAN

The worms clinched to the intestines,
The oesophagus experience a thirsty time.
The tongue and the teeth clinched to themselves.
Saliva is now getting dry,
It has been the only source of livelihood.

The body is dying, the spirit is weakling.
I wonder how failure will paddle futility.
The legs cannot be raise,
All forms of energy has all gone,
All forms of synergy is now an old song.
The eyes could hardly Winkle,
The blinking is covered by wrinkles.

Is this the body of a lazy man.
Is this the body of a lazy mine.
Let give him time, maybe time will tell.
Let give time him, maybe he will tell.
What has saturated his energy,
What has killed his strength?
Maybe it is him, maybe it is he.