BY DOREEN GRIFFINSUCROSED IDIOT

Sucrosed Idiot By Doreen Griffin

I beg my release From these sickly sweet dreams They rot my brain As surely as sugar candy decays children's teeth The loss of reason and thought So aptly reflected in an idiot's jack-o-lantern grin

The saccharine warmth of affection Lulling away my alertness As truly as the heated, honeyed kiss of opium Robs the enthusiast of defense Blissful indifference To the painful probability of reality No real distinction between the compulsions And their destructive end results

Of course the cloying addiction has already won Rendering the once wise feeble minded Evidenced by a single silly thought An ambrosial nectar of notion Too tempting to be turned away The preposterous pondering that plays In the muddled mind "Maybe this time it will be okay"