A poem

Stay without annoy,
The soul tells the flesh,
But the flesh says,
I'm only your guest,

The soul wants more tea,
Because tea is the bridge,
Connect soul and flesh,

When in the dewn,
You empty stomach ,
And drink tea alone,
You can feel so much want poo,

And it is existism!
Because you concur your flesh,
When your flesh become your poo.

Hard to handle,
If one eat back his flesh by appetite.