I swallow not yet consume it all
Luscious treats tasted not by my lips
Sugar and frosting are merely things for the mind
The digestion of delights never to rest upon my hips
I thirst for of the taste of such wine that ages not
Fruits produce not results that make me grow
My lungs fill quickly with the air of pretense
Satisfaction not possible from what I’ll never know
My eyes grow large when bestowed with wealth
Gold produced from objects of paper and wood
Riches are gleaned from characters cast in black
The desire to grow obese with knowledge only if I could
I absorb so much yet I never appear to be truly full
My will to learn never satiated by profound thinking
Education doesn’t stop with the graying of hair
Only knowledge produces the truths we’re all seeking
