My Candy Brain- In a Confectionery State

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I want a poem, not just any poem-
one with loads of metaphor,
I need my fix, my sugar fix,
my sweet-tooth rush, my sugar-high
to sate my candy brain…

Please, no complex thoughts of mind,
for heaven's sake, no rhythm/rhyme,
just clothe the words in a fashionable state,
the latest fashions, the greatest fashions,
the more "latest-and-greatest" the better the fashions-
plain background, no rhyme, left-align-
for my primary objective is to assail my friends
and win their approval with my fawning tastes…

Please, do not have anything of import to say,
do not challenge my over-taxed brain,
and do not question my perfect existence
with cutting observations;
just weave for me those clever scenes-
mascara scenes, first lipstick scenes
that I can get emotional over,
shed a tear, be bubbly over,
rend my heart as I tally the score
of love woven in nature's metaphors …

Nothing too original, it makes me uneasy,
and certainly no politics, it makes me queasy;
play it safe, use common clichés
with just a guise of sophistication
for this, our mutual masquerade
as we imagine we walk with greats
though you, in reality, will be pandering to me
in my lowest of sugary, confectionery states…