‘Hunger!’ he shouts,
Screams about it.
That burning love,
What could he mean?
An infection, perhaps,
Of the severely uncool
Rock and roll kind?
Or drugs?
Alcohol?
Of course, it must be metaphorical,
I say,
Love is not a literal being.
It embodies itself, through symbolism
Like in ‘Free’.
Woah,
Where’s your passion?
People want to believe in it,
So they invent it.
Surely?