the call of food comes,
and the body stumbles, into the kitchen,
with eyes blazing red and mind bemused with everything,
to quite the stomach rumblings, we shall devour,
all things edible, some of them barely,

and the clumsy body drops the plate,
along with leaden treasures it crashes,
the mind recoils,
the mouth curses,
and the heart panics, whilst the body runs,

for it is a bad idea,
to rob a house whilst stoned,
especially whilst stoned,
for now justice shall not be done upon those pleasures,
and mouth still cursing, stomach still crying,
we shall look to other prospects,


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