(A hypothetical sad story…
Or, What the Village Idiot Must think of Himself.)
The man was a person care taker
Of a loved one…he could not forsake her…
It started so young
As the marriage begun,
The rest of life a long-term heart acher.
This man, talented and lonely
Tries to keep himself for her, only…
With life oft a drag
He gets lost in a bag
Of some treat to eat, him only.
With a blood sugar high, there’s a buzz,
A dulling of senses because
Blood sugars bathe the brain
Temporarily dulling pain,
But feeling bad intensifies through the fuzz.
The feeling thus becomes a vicious cycle,
Eating more when saddened by a trifle…
Then sugars must come down
Because to stay around,
Is necessary to her suff’ring stifle.