Come closer,
closer,
closer...
It taunts me.
From afar,
Way up high-
it sings-
it shouts-
and makes as much noise
As freaking possible.
All that noise,
Makes me irritated,
causes me to feel pangs,
Urges,
Only natural ones-
that all of us get.
Primal,
Normal,
Insane,
Urges and pangs-
of hunger.
So-
I give in-
Go closer-
Reach up-
And snatch myself
A cookie.