The Starve-time Coordinator

Just take the cup,

Go by the pump,

And there you’ll sup,

At that old dump.

 

Don’t ask for gruel.

Go straight to Nadool,

Unless she’s cruel,

You’ll get some Noodle.

 

No, am not in-charge,

No man is here.

All those so large,

Have already disappeared.

 

The time now we live in,

Is for us who sing.

While others are starving,

We are three verses in.

 

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