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Couldn't Help It...

Every morning I wake
My sweet tooth always speaks:
 
"Feed me you being!
Don't you disappoint my needs!"
 
So I get up off my bed
through the pink sheets, to the door
down the steps I go
then in the kitchen, I seek
 
The mighty storage holds many things
but sweets, are rarely kept
 
Looked through every place
for boxed & canned goods
 
then...
 
A blue box catches my eye!
I grabbed and smiled in delight-
 
"Blueberry pancake"
 
Bones inside my mouth
spoke once more
exclaimed in joy-
"Yes! Yes, YES!
feed me now, you feeble slave!"
 
In master's command, I respond
grab the bowl
pour the milk
mix...with flavored cake-mix
 
A automatic command
the cake was done
I covered it
with peanut-butter-jam
then smothered it
with sugared artificial liquid  
 
 
Ate and ate every inch of its bite
Digest and ingest
Its mal-nutrition, "good" nutrition  
 
Her hunger is satisfied
 
Soon...
 
Diabetes will  pay his visit
 
 
Written by SourMelon0313 (H)
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