I loved Fruit Loops
a sugary cereal made straight from the devil’s dentist
However, there was something I loved more than the taste
it was the packaging.

Call me a weirdo, call me a fruit loop
my childhood memory of opening the kitchen cupboard door
wasn’t for the food, it was the plastic wrapping
I sniffed it every chance I got.

Now, when I sniff the packaging, it doesn’t have the same sensation
the nostalgia has worn off and all I’m left with are Fruit Loops
A consolation prize consisting of sugar and wasted memories
I should have made a candle out of the smell, but it wouldn’t sell.

It would just be for me
to remember the simpler times
when sniffing cereal packaging gave me a high
I loved Fruit Loops.