The Husks The Swine Did Eat

"The Prodigal Son" - John Macallan Swan
“The Prodigal Son” – John Macallan Swan

When I was restless
I could calm my restlessness with the knowledge
That one day I would get my inheritance
And I made that happen sooner rather than later

When I was bored
I could distract myself
With the use of my new inheritance
And so I did, every way I could think of

But now that I am hungry
There is nothing
That can get my mind off of it
And not a thing I can do about it

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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