One hit of the sweet stuff and I feel the rush.
Never a little is enough, as my face numbs and begins to blush.
My lips wobble and I cannot seem to hush.
When the effect wears off tears begin to gush.
Every sweet stuff session hard hitting yet fun.
Making bad impressions and never wanting it to be done.
Up all night and weary in the face of the rising sun.
So much sugar that it is like playing with a gun.
The sherbet rises in cost, yet I still seek more.
Feeling lost and having it delivered to my door.
Its not just my teeth that are rotting to the core.
It's my mind in a haze and forgetting what I saw.
So many sugar fiends losing control and dulling their minds.
Losing their dreams as on the sugar they dine.
Saying one more sherbet stick and al be fine.
Until the sugar hits them one last time.
Cause sometimes things seem sweet.
Though they will just leave you downbeat.
Leave you empty and never feeling complete.
People often will not listen they are doomed to repeat.
Appeal to them or yourself and gently ask why.
There is reason for escapism and in their mind that sherbet occupies.
Do not judge and do not say goodbye.
But beware of the danger of the sugar high.