I wouldn't cut my wrists
Or stick coke up my nose
I wouldn't chase the dragon
In shoes with pointy toes
I never wear tight jeans
With digging in me seams
I wouldn't suck on crack
Or enjoy 'roomy dreams
But when it comes to sugar
I just can't get enough
Sod my teeth and waistline
Diabetes risk? That's tough
I know the sweet stuff's poison
It hurts my joints and bones
Oh but sticky puddings
And fluffy ice-cream cones
I have to kick my habit
It makes me fat and ill
It's ruining my body
I'll stop next week, I will
About the Creator
Pink Joker
I write stuff. The images are often stolen from Google coz I can't work out how to post without an image. The writing is all mine. (Unless it is particularly bad, then I may blame hackers or something.)
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