Sweet Tooth

Sugar won't let me go. I've held on for so long, and I couldn't tell if it tried. The only thing that sticks without apology. Be it powdered white or coagulated brown, we all line up. Cubed or grainy, cane shoots up from the ground, be the conditions sunny or rainy. Were you to keep it from the dough, the batter would indulge a secret tryst. And should you forbid the batter, the cocoa bean would seduce. Once stained by it's original sin, no plate wants to be washed clean. Whether you sip it as dissolvent or chew it as a morsel, everything goes faster. Discordant notes are prosecuted rhythmically. Who can blaspheme the tongue's halleluiah? My gums recede in blood and my lips curl with delight. The smile it provides on loan is indistinguishable from the kind that friend's cooperate for years to build on one face. I am inflamed. No man qualifies for medicine more than me. Turn the prescription away physician. I want to be sick. It is a sweetness unto death. What part do I have with salt? My soul is far from salinized channels that eat up sea faring ships. There is no need to pronounce a blessing over me, the pepper shaker is no where close. Drizzle my limerence. Stir base passions until the glass clouds with a murky hue. Spoon it in heaps upon my virtue. The honey bee knows what we try to forget. Die for it. Sting, organize, and travel for it. Protect the queen at all cost. I command her to longer sit like a lady. Antiquity was a complete mistake. They hid the sugar against wisdom, and hidden sugar is war. It produces columns of soldiers walking unnaturally with weapons they never wanted. My waist is expanding and my eyesight is not what it use to be. All because of my infernal habit. Her smile has turned me into a candy man against the council of every holy book. Even if my organs fail, give me the fat, and let me drink the sweet. Permit any confection that I am responsible for to have my last name. I swore all to the sugar cane. When her eyes roll white, we will receive the yeast of due harvest.