Splenda
You think you're so sweet
Calling me sugary pet names
Like Babe, or Honey.
Covering up Condescending,
Sugar-Coated words
Feeding me sprinkle-topped bull shit.
You substitute words
Like artificial sweeteners
For your weak sweet-tooth.
Kiss me in the rain,
Kiss me in your car,
It doesn't matter to me any more.
Well, Darling, I can
Still taste your aspartame smile,
And I hate diet soda.
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