by Angela Prew
Hunger is a tiger, gnawing
at the intestines of the mind,
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