Desire

I once knew a guy

who was always hungry

even though

his fridge was full.

 

He’d order out while

all the cheese, cold cuts, milk

rotted to hell.

 

It’s like that guy

I heard about on the news

floating for days

on top his windsurfing board

Lake Baikal.

They rescued the poor sod

and evacuated him to the hospital

suffering from severe dehydration.

 

So many of us poor souls

suffer irreparably

from farsightedness.

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