There was a man in a freak show
His master yells: Come one! come all!
The man that eats nothing, nothing at all!
The man he ate nothing for forty days
The master he made money because it was a sight to see
The man he ate nothing, there was to his liking nothing to eat.
On the fortieth, his master- he fed him, though he protested
The man wanted to fast, for the food was stale
The man wanted to fast, he wanted nothing but in vain.
His protest, led to violence and his master, he did strike
In prison he was put, in silence he sat, to wait
In prison he was put, they offered, but nothing he ate.
An hour before the hanging, the door opened
Like every other day, a plate slid in
Unlike every other day, he paused, the quail was like sin.
His fast was broken and his will was put to waste
The fast now broken, the man, on the noose
The fast now broken, the hunger for life, he could not now choose.
-mithrandir
Based on The Hungry Artist by Franz Kafka
-mithrandir
Based on The Hungry Artist by Franz Kafka
