Hunger
For it is true
Sometimes we hunger
For so long
That we learn to love the hunger
Itself
And with that we burn
When will we learn
We burn for fuel, the fear
Of being on the shelf
When we should just
Regard our self
And realise
That dirty jokes aside
We will do for ourselves
If we must
Soon we will all be dust
We must love this moment
Before our love, it rusts
Povey 2014