Ode to Salt...Love Hate relationship
When I crave you I cannot resist
While you are sitting there and you insist
When I am not even hungry but pickles beckon
Or the Red Hot sauce is a quick fix I reckon
Please let me go, instead of calling my name
I have dreamt of you when I feel insane
Now I have been good, and tried to limit
The food I eat, and how much of you is in it
But then I may crash, and unexpectedly so
It sets me adrift like a raft to-and-fro
It is not fair, for I do not comprehend
What is wrong with me, my salty friend.
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