Gula Poem by Blake Foxx

Gula, my sweet sweet Gula.
How you bring me comfort
and love.

The sweet memories of every
food i have ever tasted. You make
me so happy to live.

But, Gula, why did you betray me?

Why, Gual, why did you make me this way?

Is it really so simple to consume and devour
all those sweet things around you? Do you
enjoy making it impossible to go a moment
without sweet desires.

I hate the way you make me look, Gula.
The way I can't even see my feet.
I miss my sweet toes and their beautiful
presence among me.

Gula, i hope that your punishment is just.
I hope rats, frogs and snakes can apease
your appetite because they wont please mine...