Sugar Sugar


The body needs so we feed
Survival being the key
The mind turns to greed
Won’t you hear my plea?

Like a drug from a thug
Shoveling their crap
Not even a shrug
Not realizing the trap

Newsflash, the thug is you too
Falling prey to your desire
A self-inflicted screw
The situation is dire

A mountainous fountain of sugar
In everything we eat
Think it’s not your fault?
The system’s got you beat?

Painful and shameful to go cold turkey
Wake up to what you consume
The start will be murky
Shocking what you’ll exhume

For the love of body and mind
It’s about quality of life
Otherwise you will find
Future days full of strife.

– by my loving husband, Geary LeBell


Source: Sugar Sugar – Geary LeBell