Sugar I don't particularly like sugar It's not that it doesn't taste good Because lord knows that it does But people forget something Sugar and dopamine aren't the same thing I know it tastes good But where's the feeling good? People eat sugar when they're happy Sugar when they're sad When they're down When they're up It's like tiny wings And your thumb Thumb for up Thumb for down Thumb even when your joint Hurts All you want is the streak Enough of the graceful lows And all the sudden you're flying sugar Highly addictive - an obsession The sugar obsession Is because it makes them feel Sugar makes you feel And I can't feel So why Would I want to eat that sugar That's going to make me feel ill Feel gross and glutinous and Globbering and gahhhh!!! So...what's my sugar? Everyone needs sugar Without it you're confused You can't think Can't walk Can't talk Things stop. Making sense My sugar is the real sweet stuff You could call it slightly Cannibalistic Or you could call it Vampiric Or you could call it The obvvvviously better of The two options for The first of four on The Meyers Briggs They're really the same Your dopamine just happens to come from Consuming something that's abundant 7 billion times over The other beings blessed (?) With walking around this Giant, giant bakery Replete with the pastry chefs in white hats Glazed, sugared bread lining white shelves With clear glass coverings to block the Urge we all have To stick out our hands Grab the sweets Oh, they taste so damned good So see I get my sugar in a secondary way Most people eat sugar I eat people And when they're not around I get hungry But the problem is that now I have a diet And nothing will satiate it Except for the Dopaminergic human Who rings the bell when she walks into the Bakery. Who smells the sugary air Whose pupils dilate Who's overwhelmed by the choices Who experiences Who feels Something maybe like elation That's my sugar And now I'm trying to Cook for myself And it's not working