Saccharin veneers,
conceived by Willie Wonka
electoral chocolate panhandlers,
concocting syrupy doses
of utopian fudge promises.
Quixotic candied visionary insulin,
panacea's artificial honey,
served in sermonized increments
possessed of prosperity's sweetener tease,
sugar coated prescriptions
for social maladies
spoils in reality's stomach juices.
Swallowed virginity
imbibes the medicinal
charade,
cyanide clarity
oozes its toxins,
doubt's diabetic
forced to feast
upon truth's balanced diet.
Until compulsion
overpowers
with lust for opiate candy high,
another fix craved that numbs logic's pancreas,
abandoning reason's regime,
accepting fabrication's gum drops
from opposing party's
Slugworth clone.

. Thank you for this decadent (and dark) entry.!
~Pt







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