Snap, crackle, pop, rice crispies only not.
Full of tartrazine, no fibre to be seen.
In my mouth, an electric storm,
I want to control it, but it journeys on its own,
from tongue to ears confuse
Hop, skip and jump, I want to play like the candy on my tongue
Feels like frivolity, carefree Duncan dance
Choreographed with no rules,
a way to live my life
Open mouth liberates changed experience
Music made with popping instrument
Death when lips touch, silenced
Thank God the packet, not infinite, has more
My mouth laughs
My mind races to reason
whirls for a moment as
Pop ‘n sound distract to non-sense
To end, the shutters of joy close
Aftermath, sugar induced mimic of play
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Interesting! Leaves you wanting more..... And is similar in it's vein to chemically enhanced experiences. Which is most certainly recommended! (Unless of course this is what you were describing in the first place).
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