Dig In

Savvy to the deathblow really fed lines couldn’t carry the both of us, a piteous strangle for a fistful.  Dolled up and dipping, yes, hunger curbs more easily than the nerve it took to pluck a candy bar and coolly duck the guard.  Hunger puts the muscle on its ass.  

Sets it down and shows it its master.  See, we’re all on some or several tethers.  It’s just a wonder that a puppy-eyed shot can’t tug the food stores open.  That our young honest image is not for lasting, and we cultivate, indeed create, upon an empty belly.