The Purpose of Life

Most eat to live, he lives to eat.
Little Greedy Guts is at it again,
with his meek demeanour suddenly
turned impudent, he slinks into the
kitchen cupboard just at his dwarfish
height where the compost pail is
kept in its kitchen dungeon. Small he
may be, but most certainly also a glutton.
No manners whatever, forever cadging
and cajoling for seconds and thirds.
Nothing left unguarded is safe from his
greedy capture. Left to his own devices,
if he could somehow provide for himself
he might be in danger of assuming
overblown proportions, unseemly and
forever teetering on the razor's edge of
corporal detonation. That sprite of an
appetite-ferocious mite is the living
embodiment of over-consumption.