All I wanted for the moment was a morsel, yet I was presented a feast.
Well, I had wanted a morsel for a long time, and yes, I would have accepted more.
But all I needed was a tiny bita tad more than just a taste.
I needed enough to survive. That’s all I wanted.
Okay, so maybe more than just minimum sustinance???
All I ever wanted and all I want now is for the hunger to go away. Far, far away.

So, when I was shown this feast, I was undoubtedly tempted.
I was told that it was not for mecould not be for me.
And I feigned to be okay with that.
I would just stare at all that nourishment while my stomache grumbled deafeningly.
But all I ever wanted was a morsel.

I continued to stare at the feast. My mouth watered.
I was thrown scraps and I ate them.
Maybe I shouldn’t have.

My hunger grew. That feast was mine. Mine, damn it.
But all I could do was stare and drool.
I was intoxicated with the smell. It was the smell of fulfillment.
I poked at it so I could at least feel something.
And so it was taken from me. All of it. No scraps.

All I ever wanted was a morsel.

I sure am glad I ain’t Marv Albert.