the sugar tends to fall to the bottom.
and that sweetness becomes cloying,
coating my mouth until it is bitter
with the flavor of resentment.
it bathes my tongue in acrid hate
and poisons words,
spilling from sugared lips.
sharpened into deadly daggers by spite.
and slowly, this bitterness
begins to infect the tongues of
more gullible mouths,
worming between petal lips
to spill out dangerous words
that break the backs
of those responsible enough
disillusioned by aching backs
and hurting minds,
they too, taste the sugar.
and bitter words enfoul their pallets,
until the whole world is united
in a mutual resentment of everything.
is encrusted with a coating of sugar