Hunger alone will devour, add hunger

For that which satiates an addiction

And the inner-dialogue becomes a sermon,

A Litany of Moral Failings, a Peterman's 

Catalog of Weaknesses, the Talmud of Shame.

From the pulpit—his sermon: Let 

Hunger be your comfort, abandon the

Lure of sensation, of deviation, of excess.

Let Him fill you, knowing all the while

The words themselves may trigger ecstasy,

An addiction in their own right, and worth;

But love, sex, beauty—nouns which pull,

Or the lure of hydroxyl/carbon compounds,

Are not easily slacked—better he should say eat!

Fill the belly,