Here it is! I found it:
It is an ever-consuming tsunami of desire of satisfaction.
When it comes, or when it goes, no one really knows.
It could be for sweet or for umami or for love or for distraction,
To have pride and large egos, or to take what he owes
Hunger, hunger it shows.
“To be, or not to be”, no, “To eat or not to eat”, of course that is the question.
The first thought that comes to mind, I’m sure one will find,
When it comes to hunger, no one has forgot, we remember ingestion.
But everyone has this kind, do I need to remind?
Hunger, there’s more to unwind.
Like Hamlet, Antony or Orsino, love is too something one might hunger.
Tis’ the hunger to be loved, to love or be hugged,
Everyone desires this, I’ll have ye know, yet if you feel you should have been younger
Even those who are unloved, those you related in blood,
Hunger, this could be judged.
As I write this poem, out of my mind, bored I can get, so Google I resort.
To find one that can save me from boredom, what it gave me
Is music I favour, music my kind; music I like, music I sport.
Music ‘bout toast and gravy, music that can help wake me
Hunger to dissuade me.
Hungers there are
And hungers a many more
And hungers you can’t ignore