I am poor. And no, I can’t work; I haven’t been trained for work, and I am not educated. And no, no one else but you can help me.

Hunger is such an awful thing. My stomach keeps grunting and groaning all day, expecting me to heed its plea and feed it something. I am broke.

I am hungry all day and so, for this reason, I don’t have the time to think about such things as my “ambition in life”. When have you been able to study on an empty stomach?

You have your dreams in life. You want to earn thousands and millions. You want to start your own business empire. You want to be the game-changer. Don’t forget me. Give me something to eat!

You walked past me that day, and threw me a penny as you did. Try buying a meal on a penny. And you talk of inflation!

I am an eyesore to most, and I am chased off most places, but even I have a heart, and it’s a very hungry heart. My heart is hungry yes, but so is my stomach.

Feed me, my stomach first.