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The Candy Song Apr. 23, 2003 ] 1:17 AM Sugar up your chocolate, Your candy cones, Your honey creams. Your turkish delights, Jelly pink, rose scented. Your lemon soothers, All sweet, no citric sting. The peppermint charm The caramel loving. Rescinding the wounded hurt. So, Measure the beat, measure the sound, A kindness coating the bitter tongue. A delight to sugar up the turpitude of life. [A bulking exercise in restraint, A difficult time to think.] "A sugar fix," she cried, "A sprightly rush of honey-sweetness in the blood, To feel alive, To revivify, To expire the dullness of our boring lives." But, Sugar makes her a garrulous hell. An emotional wreck, an emotion wrecker, An opiate indulgence turned see-saw sour. Mutating, degenerating, dissolving Into a guttural roister of frustrated longing. Not enough. Never enough. Almost too much. wax ] wane