My hunger is driving me crazy.
I am willing to do anything to satisfy it.

Most of the time I feed on human waste.
There are many signs it is bad for my health, but I will not
back down.
The stench is so strong; not many will even go near it.
But it seems I have no pride at all.

I look around and I see a few like me.
At least I am not alone; it is simply my destiny.

Every once in a while I get something better.
Leftovers that were dumped and that are useless now.
But not to me.
I get a taste of what was once real and worthy,
And it gives me enough energy to keep searching.

I hope to find a fortune once.
Something clean and fresh, that will hold for a while,
making me happy.
I know that I will be lucky to get just one feast.
But it is what I live for.

Even when it will get stale, I will try to stay around it
till it ends.
Because it will be my single victory, and it will make feel
full forever after.