Remember that time
you went catatonic
and succumbed to sugar shock
when you doused your Little Debbies
with coffee liqueur
and powdered sugar?
We attempted to stop you,
but you had just broken up
with Mulroy
and boy were you wired
and fired up
about speed dating
and online dating
and even offline
dating, god forbid.
Took three of us
to hold you down
and two bottles of
Pepto-Bismol—It was dismal.
Now when you’re depressed
you pass on the sucrose,
lock yourself in the bathroom,
and cry the sweetest tears.
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