A Beggar Chooses

You want to feed me
Yet you are the hungry one
I see you starve with a smile
Your nipple, drools lightly with nutrition
and I am directed to feed.
I am too hungry to be ethical
Too poor to have taste
These sympathetic walls
free me from a prison we built too well
Under this leaking roof, I cheat on your charity
Drinking the sky that penetrates our tight security
I am sorry
I am hungry too.