I lust for sugar

many sweets I crave

just as strong as a drug

it lures me, kills me

makes me bug

like lunatic I rave.

 

There is no power greater

than any sugarnado

the addiction spins, and later

makes me sick, a hater.

 

Yet always return to the hive

like a bee, I always thrive

secretly, I feed, and grow each comb

my stomach, resembling mama’s womb.

 

This sweet lust, it must be stopped

or else soon eat at me

turn my body into mush

to die, horribly and untimely.

 

So I must end this insane dance

all sugar, cut off this lulling trance

instead choose natural, healthy fruit

to wean, finally give lust the boot.

 

– Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022