Sweetener (for D.B.)

Don’t come at me with that sucralose!  
That aspartame, that high fructose  
My palate craves nothing but the real cane  
That syrup sweet as David Blaine  
All tied up in velvet ropes and chains  
His famished look beyond reproach  

Don’t come at me with that sucralose!  
That fake sugar, those candied jokes  
I only want that utter sweet  
Real sleepy-eyed magician meat  
The kind that knocks you off your feet  
More luscious than Cadbury yolks  
 
Don’t come at me with that sucralose!  
It’s all just a huckster's boast  
Vanilla tricks at mere cents a pound  
I need a greasy illusionist bound  
Like a malnourished greyhound  
All the rest are just milquetoasts  
 
Don’t come at me with that sucralose!