Sugared With The Right Spice Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Poisoned.
And affected by the sickness.
Gone accepted to not detect.
An adapting to it,
Has left the mind...
Unprotected to defend against,
The defects to notice...
A craze to take,
Either sliced to bite into.
Or something liked,
Sugared with the right spice.
Poisoned.
With an ingredient to crave.
Fast to eat to feed one's appetite.
Unnoticing what it is,
That slowly affects the mind.
With a seasoning until an ability to reason,
Is no longer in one's control.

I have been...
Sugared with the right spice.
You've been,
Sugared with the right spice.
They've been,
Sugared with the right spice.
And...
Loving the way how we like it.
We've been,
Sugared with the right spice.
I've been,
Sugared with the right spice.
You've been,
Sugared with the right spice.
And...
Loving the way how we like it.
Loving the way how we like it.
Loving the way how we like it.
And...
Loving the way how we like it.