Hunger  It is incurable  so to eat is treatment  We just manage symptoms  delaying immediate discomfort  In mere hours innards demand more  Ungrateful rumbles remind us not to ignore  Starving once started to bring certain satisfaction  Power over pain punishing bodily reactions  Denying oneself the most basic of needs  To feed all the same feels like greed  Food an obsession and bore  Weighing won’t wait  Results always 
A chore

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