Hunger

Always hungry for the thirst of knowledge,

And fame,

Never full of societies lust that is created,

For ourselves,

The tongue wants what the brain cannot finish,

A creamy buildup that always seems to multiply,

As it drives us slowly insane,

Licking your lips in anticipation,

It will not help at all,

Until it bursts through the other side,

Rosy and white it is electrified for the occasion,

Taste it with me while I envision a fruitier past,

Nobody will know the difference anyways,

I can see it all going down that road,

Of desire,

I do not know what you are talking about.