Food

 Voucher more proves, than demolishing bird, better in hand,
 How to invoke for food, fished in a portion desalted,
 Not neither in sea, nor in opposing river, mas, well in its backyard,
 And, but, it nourishes at least, uses as morsel,
 The lesson is an evidence, yes, to the change there is opposition, resistance,
 I persist in my existence, in my insistence pardon deserves,
 Do not leave me as deer that in the season he hunted,
 Equine this one returns to the sowed before being harvested,
 It is not going to be like a lightning in the same site sticking,
 If he wishes probably end system of illumination, until it is gelded,
 Always there is illuminated what one day was shaded.

 The dam is estimated if the hunger has attacked,
 For its quantity it processes up to the piece to have exhausted,
 Not in act, nor in procedure, neither it will be sentenced,
 And, if it does not cover the formalism, of little while to swallow it,
 I drink as madman the potion for suggestion of the tycoon,
 The supplement consists of trepidant sustenance for our steps,
 Do not be consumed to survive to what life you have called,
 This one pace moves its ends, and, also, the approved thing,
 Do not be going to believe, how does rate go to the cleanliness of its tail?
 If nag, vex, it will happen for persistent, and they will have barred every door,
 Before this feed of in the eternal object for reached.

This one portion has an struggle, is not done to begin for the hollow one,
 It is a creation for the ingestion of any fragment and me blank,
 Or, I change remain, become mute, but, calm I have my victualling foreseen,
 Of unprovided my provision falls to the pit, and the alcove is not less deep,
 I break as is chunk to so much of its minuscule size arranged in pieces,
 Everything produced this, a rut in my snarl, that I darn in jumble,
 The life is more than orifice, or hole in which I put you, major than gap,
 Where it will fit a dead man, and the goat to the mount goes of return,
 This one exceeds observation of foodstuff that I promote, go of retro!
 I come back to the beginning, the fast devil does not traverse because of it that God left,
 And I do not assimilate in my organism to the patronage of the free will that I possess,
 The aliment of this feeling that alive I support in my thought.