Staple

You’ll never feel more hunger
Than when your cupboard’s bare
Or ever be more thirsty
Than when the well is dry
But never get discouraged
When dealing with despair
For faith is all you really need
In order to get by.

Against It

They charge us a fee to exist
The taxes too many to list
We struggle, forever assessed
Instead of just happily blessed
And grovel while they get the grist

But feed us a modified strain
With hope that defiance will wane
Though hunger can work for the carved
The desperate get deadly when starved
It’s not looking good for the grain.

le pain

We all must eat some pain
But please don’t despair
It’s served with a side of disdain

So your meal won’t be so plain,
You never need fear boring fare.
We all must eat some pain

Though it’s pointless to complain
The grumpy chef will simply glare
And serve with a side of disdain,

A big steaming pile. You can feign
That you refused your share,
But we all must eat some pain.

Just belly up, and please refrain
From saying there’s no room to spare
It’s served with a side of disdain

So gulp it down like rice, every grain
And the rest becomes gravy by compare.
We all must eat some pain
Served up with a side of disdain.