Salivating for salvation
‘N' a nation
where your station
is determined by one's determination;
Hungry for cheese but don't call me rat,
greedy for the green
but don't call me lame,
like a hostage before secret speaks of peace,
I'm a starving beast;
Ribs showing,
vigor growing,
and ready to start exploding;
Drooling like I had epilepsy,
Sleeping with the enemy's wife,
Also my secretary;
Keeps my friends close and my foes even closer;
The art of my war;
In chess,
I think before I move,
but contemplation is an overrated procrastination;
Like the check symbol,
I just do it;
Sticking to the script,
It's just how I'm breed,
and the hunger is why I'm forever dying to ‘B' feed…