Ain't Nothing Sweet About It

Dear Kiddies,

Let me tell you

A horrible tale

Make sure you sit down

Cause your blood will turn pale

I was raised in a candy shop

Sometimes with rats

And sometimes not

Scraps were lucky

When I ate from the floor

I had more choices

When I wasn't poor

Over time became accustomed

To a particular style

But that got boring

After a while

So I copied the quo-stat

And became a primed number

I switched things and ditched things

And got dumb and dumber

My teeth rotted out

And my heart did too

My humanity gone

Due the social glue

So I'm sharing my story

It is no rumour

The sugarlife kills you

Deceased Consumer