A Resolved Sugary DissolvingMature

If pop rocks and soda

did as the urban legends say

I might fill that void inside

with that deadly blend

stand back, and enjoy the red rain

If a sugar high could kill you

I'd  feed you marshmallows

 till you bounced into the sun

then use a stick to keep you there

where your hateful words

and your thoughtless vendettas

burned to a crisp.

Maybe, just maybe, if we peeled

the crisp outer shell, what is left

would be ooey gooey sweetness.

I doubt it.

There's just not enough sugar to coat

such a heavy dose of bullshit.

The End

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