eokane@charm.UUCP (Evan Kane) (04/22/84)
Hidden Hunger
My ego is a hungry thing,
It loves the smallest compliment
And almost any form of praise
Slides smoothly down its eager throat.
No morsel ever seems too small
For it to gobble down and smack
Its greedy lips and search for more
To sate its boundless appetite.
It ravins every tiny crumb
A smile, a friendly word, a mere
Hello can bring delight and yield
A taste that sweetly satisfies.
It even samples flattery
Sweet,sticky balls of goo, but good
Until the bitter aftertaste
Reveals synthetic falsity.
And when my ego has no food,
Which happens all too frequently
And ego sugar content drops
To levels dangerously low
Then numb depression settles all around,
A sense of utter worthlessness pervades,
I wonder what my mission really is
And why I must pursue it to its end.
And why should I believe myself unique?
Don't other people's egos hunger,too?
I search their faces for the hidden truth
And read it in their starving eyes, they do.
Evan Kane 4/22/84