Feed me because I am starved.
My stomach moans a tale of a deserted wasteland,
Where vultures would unwillingly prey after an extensive famine.

Feed me so I can see the end of a beautiful life.
I cannot live without your nourishment,
Which pushes me through this drought of voluntary diligence.

Feed me for I am homeless.
An eternal discussion between us barely summarizes
My disheartening search for a kitchen I can call my own.

Feed me so that I can feed you.
Your recipes of compassion will teach me to be an exemplary chef,
So that one day I won’t feel like I’m missing a page from my unconventional cookbook.