by Angela Prew
Hunger is a tiger, gnawing
at the intestines of the mind,
rarely satisfied.
It crouches, waiting
for the unwary, the greedy, the corrupt,
those in love with money, power or fame.
It creeps up, ever-watchful,
as still hungry, always hungry, always tempted,
they grab for more and more and yet more.
Claws unsheathed, canines bared
the tiger pounces, ready
to rip them apart
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