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Sugar Cane
All the sugar came in kicking me in
the stomach all at once. Perhaps it
was the quickness of the rush because
I hadn't had any in months.
Instantly I grew week. Buckled over
with clenched teeth and a radiating throb
in my mouth.
Perhaps this is the end. To my
wife and kids I leave the house.
Perhaps I have had to
much of a good thing
There's no more time to talk. I go on listening
as my body goes into diabetic shock.
My death will lead the world
to understand
that the physical world doesn't matter to man.
Candy bars will be built after my name
and biographies describing my
philosophies will be resolute.
One more slice of sugar cane that doesn't even taste that good
again, it's just an addiction.
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