Starving Poetry

This is starving poetry,
   written `cause I'm famished.
I don't need filet mignon.
   I'm happy with a sandwich.
Writing just to advertise
   the skills that I possess.
Trying to attract the funds
   with which I can attempt purchase.

It seems that just to buy some food
   these days I must be rich,
Or popular on Instagram, or
   maybe YouTube or Twitch.
But I'm too much a loner.
   Scarce few know what foods I eat.
And I'm not one to say much about
   what foods I find a treat.

I won't often treat myself
   although I like the taste
Because I must control  the costs,
   and my expanding waist.
It's like I'm on a diet,
   but because of allergy,
I've learned that there's scarce little
   food out there that's good for me.

I'm frustrated and tired,
   probably 'cause I'm hungry, and
Despite the fact that I see food,
   I can't just go and eat.
So despite that I'm hungry
   and there's food where 'er I see,
I'll have to vent my frustrations
   just writing poetry.