What is that voice
That I hear calling to me
What is that sound
That echoes in my ear
What is that refrain
That lures and taunts me
That siren like sound
That dwells in my ear
What is that attraction
That I constantly feel
That has no real substance
Yet seems so solidly real
What is that emptiness
That seems deep inside me
What is this weight
that bears down on my hips
What is that dire voice
That beckons to me
That causes this quiver
of my drooling lips
What causes this dark need
Is become plain to see
Methinks the answer
lurks in my cabinet
That has my mind
in it’s ravenous grips
Methinks it’s the unopened
bag of kettle fried…
Hawaiian style
garlic and onion chips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice twist at ending David, sounds good, want to share: -)