this is the poem that i am going to be "interpreting." i'll put up my storyboards when i can get to a scanner.
Addicted
Obsessed with a thought
teasing, he daunts
some divine sleeps,
postpones a feast,
and skips meals.
for no day's plenty
to fulfill that budding dough
of idle verses
lurking in his head,
whistling, enticing!
Pale, scrawny, and hungry;
looked upon with pity;
is it proven he's unhappy?
Been addicted to life,
too large to chew.
Mel Winney
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