I have fed the beast and still he screams
In fevered, agonizing dreams
His cries resound without surcease
You cannot fill this endless beast
He hungers, hungers, hungers still
Though every market basket spills
With trifles, desires, colored bright,
His aching need you cannot fight
No food can fill this gaping maw
A cornucopia is but a stall
A smidge, a nosh, a brief repast
Nothing you bring can ever last.
Before the final course is served
(Regardless of whether it’s deserved.)
You plead, you beg,
“Let this be enough!”
He gestures to refill the trough!
For some a feast would not suffice.
The hunger exceeding fields of rice
You cannot nourish, cannot swallow
That some are born with legs so hollow!
So bear your burden, feed the wish
Engorge the bottomless abyss
Stoke the fire, prime the steam
So someday you may once more dream,
There will be a day when no more you’ll run
When every damned last dish is done
When a peace unlike any other descends
And finally! At long last, the hunger expends
And into a coma the beast will crawl
Into his bed at the end of the hall
You’ll weep with relief. The day is won!
For now, you won’t have to feed your son!
…until the morrow…
When, zombie-like, once more he’ll rise.
Devouring you with searching eyes.
Drowning you in his beastly cries.
His howling, eternal demands alight
Burning you with his appetites.
THE RAVENOUS BEAST:
TheDustSeason 
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Hello, A.G. I visited your site to check you out. Could not find any *like* or *comment* options. How very self-possessed of you not to require validation in the form of tiny thumbs up!
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It’s not that I don’t need validation–I do. I have to find out why those features are missing. Thanks for trying. I thought your post was hilarious.
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Thanks. Let’s hope you read one of the pieces I intended as humorous!
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Oh, those teen boys!!! Never had one, but I have three grandsons. Either they don’t eat ANYTHING, or they eat EVERYTHING! I be like: You ate ALL the spaghetti??? AND a pound of ground beef??? AND all the bread but the heels??? AND a cake??? An entire cake???
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Thank you! I was beginning to wonder what was going on…then I realized he’d grown two shoe sizes since last summer. It’s reassuring to know this is normal-ish.
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Totally normal. I had a girl, but I knew boys who would walk into the kitchen, pick up the fridge, upend it, and engulf whatever fell out. On the other hand, usually boys don’t have eating disorders.
A friend of mine kept a constant supply of hotdogs, buns and condiments – she had 2 boys so had a second refrigerator in the garage that she refilled every week. Also apples and milk. Would that work for you? Do you think your boy could be trusted to fix himself a couple hotdogs when he needed to?
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It’s more that he would live on chips and cheese and popcorn if he were in charge. He did help make Pizza last night. I supervised while he measured and put ingredients in the bread machine for the dough.
We live such exciting lives.
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Oh, I don’t mean that’s all they ate. They’d get proper food for breakfast and dinner, and I imagine they had lunch at school. But for in between they had an unlimited supply of hotdogs and apples.
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And yes … So much excitement, you with your pizza making, me with my FFS who peed on the couch THIS time? Sometimes the excitement of life takes my breath away.
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FFS? Fine Fluffy Siblings? Feline FriendS? Furry Forever Sandwich?
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What? None of those makes any sense, Kiri! Obviously it’s “favorite furry sweetums”
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Oh. But of course. How did I miss that?
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Reblogged this on TheDustSeason and commented:
This is a test of the limits of my abilities to get this post to Facebook, come hell or high water.
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