Once upon a time
There was an old man
Who lived
In the midst of
Garbage and other wastes
The man was Hungry,
O, poor man!
He needed
Some good food
And
Some water as well
But he did not find it
In fact,
He could not find it
He could see it,
Far away from him
But could not get it
For he did not have
Enough energy
To get there
Some food was available here, too
But it was
Insipid enough, you know?
At first, he completely denied
To have it, at all
But it was the question
Of survival
So he had to
He had to eat those stale,
Half-eaten, raw food
Lying around him
‘Yuck!’ he shouted
Yet he ate
Thirsty he was
Wastewater he drank.
