Hunger

Black as the darkest night, surrounded by a thousand dollar suit, and golden clasp on purple tie he stopped his ship of fools along the road outside the shantytown. 'Say, little boy, go home you filthy rat, you bastards have no manners and no pride, polluting the environment of our great land and breeding like the rabbits of Zimbabwe.' He told the chauffeur to avoid the piles of poo, that decorated all the roadsides everywhere, it is a custom and avoids the straying lions. There was a group of children, thin and sunken eyes, the limousine came to another halt. 'Do you now shit in the savannah, little boy? ' 'Why do ask, your excellency, why do you ask? ' 'I see no pretzels here and something is amiss', he says in answer, with a puzzle on his face. 'Oh that is nothing Sir, we have not changed at all, it's just that pretzels do not come out at the end unless you put the base ingredients in the top.'